With calmness comes the tender, nudging night,
While up each street comes softly-glowing light.
The passing day has passed out of my sight,
But man has passed the darkness with his might.
Now brighter glow the globes of human truth,
So civilized and brilliant, full of youth,
As block on block on block the city stands,
A monument to freedom’s mighty hands.
Now to the opera the cheerful people go,
Some women wrapped in furs from head to toe,
And some with diamonds glittering and bright
To show they, too, are monuments of might.
Oh day in dark, fair eve filled up with dawn,
You are the happy scene I look upon.