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Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed.  The Book of New York Verse.  1917.
New York
By Wendell Phillips Stafford
O TITAN daughter crouching by the sea,
  Playing with ships and channelling the sands
  And gathering evermore in eager hands
Poor shells and pebbles for thy jewelry,
Unheedful how the nations swarm to thee        5
  From all the shallows of distressful lands,—
  More busy braiding weeds in idle bands
Than mothering the millions at thy knee,—
Oh, when thy destiny shall bid thee rise,
  And thy god-heart with love of man shall burn,        10
  How towards thy feet the human tides will yearn,
While all the muses waken in thine eyes,
  And floods of blessing leave thy lifted urn
As April mornings overflow the skies!

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