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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CITY, by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE
First Line: Much have we cursed the city. It has been
Last Line: By secret acts of broad humanity.
Subject(s): Cities; Humanity; Urban Life
First Line: Much have we cursed the city. It has been
Last Line: By secret acts of broad humanity.
Subject(s): Cities; Humanity; Urban Life
MUCH have we cursed the city. It has been
Reviled of old as Mammon's very own,
A heartless labyrinth of steel and stone
Devoid of pity, peace and love; wherein
The gilded gamblers cast the dice of sin,
And with their wanton wages build a throne
To Moloch Greed, deaf to the undertone
Of ominous woe which wails beneath the din.
Yet have we this dark picture overpainted,
Remembering not that Faith and Charity
Walk even in the marts with vices tainted,
And cities shelter Him of Galilee,
While there are kindly men whose souls are sainted
By secret acts of broad humanity.
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