Quelled as twere, its door to door's
Vile tempest, unsurpressed.
With its thoroughfares' and alleys'
Grime-blown noise, unrepressed.
Shaping, broadly, yet a town.
If hard-edged, pain-toughened.
From where this dove, bird of peace
Wing-lays him; unfrightened.
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