Classic and Contemporary Poetry
URBS CORONATA (SONG FOR THE CITY COLLEGE OF NEW YORK), by HENRY VAN DYKE Poet's Biography First Line: O youngest of the giant brood Last Line: And be the city's crown. Alternate Author Name(s): Civis Americanus Subject(s): City College Of New York; New York City; Manhattan; New York, New York; The Big Apple | ||||||||
O YOUNGEST of the giant brood Of cities far-renowned; In wealth and glory thou hast passed Thy rivals at a bound; Thou art a mighty queen, New York; And how wilt thou be crowned? "Weave me no palace-wreath of Pride," The royal city said; "Nor forge of frowning fortress-walls A helmet for my head; But let me wear a diadem Of Wisdom's towers instead." She bowed herself, she spent herself, She wrought her will forsooth, And set upon her island height A citadel of Truth, A house of Light, a home of Thought, A shrine of noble Youth. Stand here, ye City College towers, And look both up and down; Remember all who wrought for you Within the toiling town; Remember all their hopes for you, And be the City's Crown. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...READY FOR THE CANNERY by BERTON BRALEY TRANTER IN AMERICA by AUGUST KLEINZAHLER MEETING YOU AT THE PIERS by KENNETH KOCH FEBRUARY EVENING IN NEW YORK by DENISE LEVERTOV ON 52ND STREET by PHILIP LEVINE THREE POEMS FOR NEW YORK by JOSEPHINE MILES NEW YORK SUBWAY by HILDA MORLEY LITTLE BOATIE'; A SLUMBER SONG FOR THE FISHERMAN'S CHILD by HENRY VAN DYKE |
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