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NEW YORK
She sits beside the ocean,
With a river on either hand,
And all the wealth of waters
By giant girdles spanned.
With a river on either hand,
And all the wealth of waters
By giant girdles spanned.
Like messengers of gladness
The swift sails come and go,
Full-freighted with a promise
The hungry world should know,
The swift sails come and go,
Full-freighted with a promise
The hungry world should know,
Since to Earth's farthest limits
They bear the precious spoil
Wrung from the gold-paved caverns,
Brought from the teeming soil.
They bear the precious spoil
Wrung from the gold-paved caverns,
Brought from the teeming soil.
Voices of many nations
Make music in the streets,
Their blooded pulses quicken
The heart that steadfast beats.
Make music in the streets,
Their blooded pulses quicken
The heart that steadfast beats.
Brave blood she brought from Britain,
From Holland careful thrift,
And ancient empires taught her
Their wisdom and uplift.
From Holland careful thrift,
And ancient empires taught her
Their wisdom and uplift.
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She yields to helpful labor
Its meed and honor fit,
And in her princely mansions
The peasant's son may sit.
Its meed and honor fit,
And in her princely mansions
The peasant's son may sit.
God grant our noble city
Forever thus to stand,
A sentinel of freedom,
Guarding a blessed land.
Forever thus to stand,
A sentinel of freedom,
Guarding a blessed land.
February 14, 1902.
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