How strange this city of a thousand moods, Vibrant, throbbing with a hymn o f life, Sustaining energy its base and strength And yet the only flowers to be seen Peep out from store fronts on the crowded streets, Unless one counts the beauty in their eyes That blossoms beneath these masks of humanness, To those that have the vision in the heart.
Poems Undated (1727)
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