The Cities
Hymn Of The City - Poem by William Cullen Bryant
Not in the solitude, alone may man commune with heaven
Or see only in savage wood and sunny vale the present deity
Or only hear his voice where the winds whisper and the waves rejoice
Even here do I behold Thy steps, Almighty!
Here, amidst the crowd
Through the great city rolled, with everlasting murmur deep and loud
Choking the ways that wind 'mongst the proud piles, the work of humankind
Thy golden sunshine comes from the round heaven and on their dwellings lies
And lights their inner homes
For them thou fill'st with air the unbounded skies
And givest them the stores of ocean and the harvests of its shores
Thy spirit is around
Quickening the restless mass that sweeps along
And this eternal sound
Voices and footfalls of the numberless throng
Like the resounding sea, or like the rainy tempest
speaks of thee, and when the hours of rest come
like a calm upon the mid-sea brine
Hushing its billowy breast
The quiet of that moment too is thine
It breathes of him who keeps
The vast and helpless city while it sleeps
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