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| UP in the heights of the evening skies I see my City of cities float | |
| In sunset’s golden and crimson dyes: I look, and a great joy clutches my throat! | |
| Plateau of roofs by canyons crossed: windows by thousands fire-unfurled | |
| O gazing, how the heart is lost in the Deepest City in the World! | |
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| O sprawling City! Worlds in a world! Housing each strange type that is human— | 5 |
| Yonder a Little Italy curled—here the haunt of the Scarlet Woman— | |
| The night’s white Bacchanals of Broadway—the Ghetto pushcarts ringed with faces— | |
| Wall Street’s roar and the Plaza’s play—a weltering focus of all Earth’s races! | |
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| Walking your Night’s many-nationed byways—brushing Sicilians and Jews and Greeks— | |
| Meeting gaunt Bread Lines on your highways—watching night-clerks in your flaming peaks— | 10 |
| Marking your Theatres’ outpour of splendour—pausing on doorsteps with resting Mothers— | |
| I marvelled at Christs with their messages tender, their daring dream of a World of Brothers! | |
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| Brothers? What means Irish to Greek? What the Ghetto to Morningside? | |
| How shall we weld the strong and the weak while millions struggle with light denied? | |
| Yet, but to follow these Souls where they roam—ripping off housetops, the city’s mask— | 15 |
| At Night I should find each one in a Home, at Morn I should find each one at a Task! | |
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| Labour and Love, four-million divided—surely the millions at last are a-move— | |
| Surely the Brotherhood-slant is decided—the Social Labour, the Social Love! | |
| Surely four millions of Souls close-gathered in this one spot could stagger the world— | |
| O City, Earth’s Future is Mothered and Fathered where your great streets feel the Man-tides hurled! | 20 |
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| For the Souls in one car where they hang on the straps could send this City a-wing through the starred— | |
| Each man is a tiny Faucet that taps the infinite reservoir of God!— | |
| What if they turned the Faucet full stream? What if our millions to-night were aware? | |
| What if to-morrow they built to their Dream the City of Brothers in laughter and prayer? | |
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