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N this, the City of my Discontent, Sometimes there comes a whisper from the grass, "Romance, Romance&mdash;is here. No Hindu town Is quite so strange. No Citadel of Brass By Sinbad found, held half such love and hate; No picture-place in a picture-book Such webs of Friendship, Beauty, Greed and Fate!"

In this, the City of my Discontent Down from the sky, up from the smoking deep Wild legends new and old burn round my bed While trees and grass and men are wrapped in sleep. Angels come down with Christmas in their hearts, Gentle, whimsical, laughing, heaven-sent; And, for a day, fair Peace have given me In this, the City of my Discontent!