| Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917. | | | | The Statue of Liberty, A. D. 2900 | | By Arthur Upson |
| | New York Harbour
HERE once, the records show, a land whose pride | |
| Abode in Freedom’s watchword! And once here | |
| The port of traffic for a hemisphere, | |
| With great gold-piling cities at her side! | |
| Tradition says, superbly once did bide | 5 |
| Their sculptured goddess on an island near, | |
| With hospitable smile and torch kept clear | |
| For all wide hordes that sought her o’er the tide. | |
| ’Twas centuries ago. But this is true: | |
| Late the fond tyrant who misrules our land, | 10 |
| Bidding his serfs dig deep in marshes old, | |
| Trembled, not knowing wherefore, as they drew | |
| From out this swampy bed of ancient mould | |
| A shattered torch held in a mighty hand. | | | | |
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