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Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed.  The Book of New York Verse.  1917.
Chelsea, 1860
By Rt. Rev. Arthur Cleveland Coxe, D.D.
WHEN old Canute the Dane
  Was Merry England’s king;
A thousand years agone, and more,
  As ancient rumours sing;
His boat was rowing down the Ouse,        5
  At eve, one summer day,
Where Ely’s tall cathedral peered
  Above the glassy way.
Anon, sweet music on his ear
  Comes floating from the fane,        10
And listening, as with all his soul,
  Sat old Canute the Dane;
And reverently did he doff his crown
  To join the clerkly prayer,
While swelled old lauds and litanies        15
  Upon the stilly air.
Now, who shall glide on Hudson’s breast
  At eve of summer’s day,
And cometh where St. Peter’s tower
  Peers o’er his coasting way;        20
A moment let him slack his oar
  And speed more still along,
His ear shall catch those very notes
  Of litany and song.
The Church that sang those anthem prayers        25
  A thousand years ago,
Is singing yet by silver Cam,
  And here by Hudson’s flow:
And glorias that thrilled the heart
  Of old Canute the Dane        30
Are rising yet, at noon and eve,
  From Chelsea’s student train.

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