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Rh Immigrants arriving, fifteen or twenty thousand in a
 * week,

The carts hauling goods—the manly race of drivers
 * of horses—the brown-faced sailors,

The summer-air, the bright sun shining, and the sailing
 * clouds aloft,

The winter snows, the sleigh-bells—the broken ice in
 * the river, passing along, up or down, with the
 * flood-tide or ebb-tide;

The mechanics of the city, the masters, well-formed,
 * beautiful-faced, looking you straight in the eyes;

Trottoirs thronged—vehicles—Broadway—the women—
 * the shops and shows,

The parades, processions, bugles playing, flags flying,
 * drums beating;

A million people—manners free and superb—open
 * voices—hospitality—the most courageous and
 * friendly young men;

The free city! no slaves! no owners of slaves! The beautiful city! the city of hurried and sparkling
 * waters! the city of spires and masts!

The city nested in bays! my city! The city of such women, I am mad to be with them!
 * I will return after death to be with them!

The city of such young men, I swear I cannot live
 * happy, without I often go talk, walk, eat, drink,
 * sleep, with them!