The City To Be

The City To Be
Whaeeler Wilcox
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OH, ho! for the city, that is to be,
By the great, broad banks of the western sea
It shall spring from ashes, and tears, and blood-
The city of beauty and brotherhood

A delicate marvel of modern birth,
It shall pulse with the ocean and breathe with the
And the world in wonder shall watch it rise,
Under the arch of the blue, blue skies

Swift like a mushroom, and strong like an oak,
I see it growing, from flame and smoke
Vast with promise, and big, and broad,
With the glorious courage whose source is God

A miracle city, in anguish wrought
By the mighty spirit of focused thought
And all the people who toil therein,
Through one deep sorrow, shall be as kin

Built on the site of a giant woe,
This city of love from the gloom shall grow
Where the petty aim and the purpose small
Are sunk in the labor that blesses all

A Psychic City, a City of Light,
Shall rear its walls in the whole world’s sight
And men shall be better for what they see
In that wonderful city that is to be