Charles Hanson Towne
The Parks - Poem by Charles Hanson Towne
There are green islands in the city sea,
Where all day long, the endless, passionate waves
Beat, yet destroy not; and their quiet saves
How many a heart grown sick with memory!
Not derelicts alone are foundered there,
But children with the laughter of the May--
Bright, living flowers--in these glad gardens play,
Knowing, yet knowing not, the town's despair!
God made the ocean, where tumultuously
The loud storms burst; and Babylon He made;
Yet all the hills are His, dim valley and glade--
There are green islands in the city sea.
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