Upton Sinclair, ed. (18781968). The Cry for Justice: An Anthology of the Literature of Social Protest. 1915. | | | | Manhattan | By Charles Hanson Towne | (American poet, born 1877) |
| | | HERE in the furnace City, in the humid air they faint, | |
| Gods pallid poor, His people, with scarcely space for breath; | |
| So foul their teeming houses, so full of shame and taint, | |
| They cannot crowd within them for the frightful fear of Death. | |
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| Yet somewhere, Lord, Thine open seas are singing with the rain, | 5 |
| And somewhere underneath Thy stars the cool waves crash and beat; | |
| Why is it here, and only here, are huddled Death and Pain, | |
| And here the form of Horror stalks, a menace in the street! | |
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| The burning flagstones gleam like glass at morning and at noon, | |
| The giant walls shut out the breezeif any breeze should blow; | 10 |
| And high above the smothering town at midnight hangs the moon, | |
| A red medallion in the sky, a monster cameo. | |
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| Yet somewhere, God, drenched roses bloom by fountains draped with mist | |
| In old, lost gardens of the earth made lyrical with rain; | |
| Why is it here a million brows by hungry Death are kissed, | 15 |
| And here is packed, one Summer night, a whole worlds fiery pain! | | | | |
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