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I. I stood once where these rows of deep piazzas / Frown on the harbor from their columned pride, / And saw the gallant youngest of the cities / Lift from the jealous many-fingered tide.
Flanked by the multi-colored sweeping marshes, / Among the little hummocks choked with thorn, / I saw the first, small, dauntless row of buildings / Give back the rose and orange of the dawn.