But see! the broadening river deeper flows,Its tribute floods intent to reach the sea,
While, from the west, the fading sunlight throws
Its softening hues on stream, and field, and tree;
All silent nature bathing, wondrously,
In charms that soothe the heart with sweet desires,
And thoughts of friends we ne'er again may see,
Till lo! ahead, Manhattan's bristling spires,
Above her thousand roofs red with day's dying fires.
Poem New York
Theodore Sedgwick Fay
