Above the whir of traffic,

The bands and the sirens,

Floats his song all day,

“Joyously, joyously!”

The lilting song brings to me,

The peace of field and merry brook,

And I myself, sing all day, too,

“Joyously, joyously!”

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 Buffalo Harbor

Some say that it is ugly and hurry on through,

But I love these impressive symbols

Of man’s ingenuity.

Here are the great grain elevators, looming

In tones and shades of grey, veiled

In the clouds of black smoke from the

Tugs at their feet;

Puffing engines shifting strings of cars,

And huge ships nosed in against each other

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