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34 And thought that nothing in the world excelled her—

Nay, marvelled, as at close of day

I gazed across her opalescent bay

And saw Vesuvius burn on high

Against the soft Italian sky,

That anything on earth could wear

A charm so past compare!

But, O Manhattan! Glowing now

Against the sombre night,

Thine opulence and squalor hid from sight,

Never was aught more beautiful than thou

Dost in thy calm appear—

So glorified and so transfigured here—

Since the Eternal, to creation stirred,

Breathed from His awful lips the mystic word:—

Let there be Light!