From a New York Skyscraper
O sprawling city! worlds in a world!
What means the Ghetto to Morningside?
. . . . .
Why, the souls in one car where they hang on the straps,
Could send this city a-wing from the sod.
Each man is a tiny faucet that taps the infinite reservoir of God!
What if they turned the faucet full-stream?
What if our millions tonight were aware?
What if tomorrow they built in their dream the City of Brothers in laughter and prayer?
What means the Ghetto to Morningside?
. . . . .
Why, the souls in one car where they hang on the straps,
Could send this city a-wing from the sod.
Each man is a tiny faucet that taps the infinite reservoir of God!
What if they turned the faucet full-stream?
What if our millions tonight were aware?
What if tomorrow they built in their dream the City of Brothers in laughter and prayer?
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