O, wonder of our age! Consummate wonder, not of state alone, but of our land, Unique among the cities dost thou stand Upon the page Of history, in youth and might! Thou didst spring forth as in a night, From where the redman roved Along the dreamy shores of Michigan, Where four-score years ago Thy life began; Some fairy moved Her wand upon thee, For like a fabled urban didst thou grow. Colossal mart, Of commerce, like the heart Thou sendest out through arteries and veins Pulsating life into the world; Napoleons of business-brains Are marshalling their forces, With colors high unfurled, Not on war-harnessed horses, To madly fight, To kill and blight, But to employ each pow’r To make thee stronger, better every newborn hour. So huge, so tall, So many and immense, That with their burden mother earth seems groan, Throb with a life intense, And from thy canyons, we call streets, Great traffic’s constant roar us meets. Great is thy wealth, Great is thy woe, Less great thy health, But great is its foe; Within thy pale the great extremes Of good and evil dwell: Felicities of heavenly dreams, And hopelessness of hell: Above thy scum of things The voice of heaven sings. July, 1915 |