THE CITY

A shining city, one

Happy in snow and sun,

And singing in the rain

A paradisal strain....

Here is a dream to keep,

O Builders, from your sleep.

O foolish Builders, wake,

Take your trowels, take

The poet’ s dream, and build

The city song has willed,

That every stone may sing

And all your roads may ring

With happy wayfaring.