O Concrete City, yea, I do love thee.
Thou art the earth made perfect,
A clean vision of civilized man.

O Splendid walks I walk upon,
Paths of confidence and pride,
O risen walls that lift my sight—
Anchoring walls, my hands upon!
You silent-singing soaring-walls of life!
I walk and look, and stop and touch,
And feel the steel within me spear the sky,
And round about me your joyful motors cry
Passionately the tremors of my body,
Exultingly the powers of my mind,
Triumphantly the harmony of my spirit!
O Concrete City, yea! I do love thee!