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Show The Isle of Ancient Manhatta H Byron Rnfus Newton. H WHEN the cycles of human prog H nnd the tide of mortal fntH Have Hwept the struggling nulIH beyond the Golden Gate, lHI When men hnve gone with their -"''.Hl nud women have gone with tMH IJH I'm going to come bHck to BroudijH in just two thousand years i I shall listen in nin for the thunde'-M traffic along the street. 'B I shall nilcs the incessant throbbing TO a myriad restless feet, $ m,i For tho onward sweep of the centuf M will have rolled in the silent dii'P Ifl And I shall come back to follow- fthollj track of the wild deer along jjHU White Way. sHi 111 wander among the hillocks of crjiH bled steel and stone Ifl And hunt the wild boar in Wall 0H nnd drhe the jackal home; j Tall elms o'ergrowing the Waldorf fH bc my bhelter at night, TH And the starlit sky and the firefly ' H bc my only light, Then my spirit shall peer down the.'LH and call to you, friends of to-d fH But only the ecboca will answer "(H alley of old Broadway: ;H For the west wind shall blow o'er H meadows aud the rivers flow oij tM the i H While the island of Auclcut MunhatH sleeps on in ctcrttity. jH |