| Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917. | | | | Herald Square | | By John Curtis Underwood |
| | | YOU who have felt the pressure and made good, | |
| Who cold and hungry heard the presses thunder; | |
| And watched with eyes that little understood | |
| Sheet after sheet show white, and double under; | |
| And saw beside you there some face of wood, | 5 |
| Some well-clad idler’s stare of vacant wonder; | |
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| Clubman, collegian, child or priest or maid: | |
| Have you not envied them their careless faces, | |
| Their lives untried, untainted, unafraid; | |
| Their linen white? These are the printless spaces, | 10 |
| The margins for your mark. His ink may fade, | |
| God’s sheet moves on. You would not change your places. | | | | |
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