Immigrants arriving, fifteen or twenty thousand in a week,

The carts hauling goods — the manly race of drivers of horses — the brown-faced sailors.

The summer-air, the bright sun shining, and the sailing clouds aloft.

The winter snows, the sleigh-bells — the broken ice in the river, passing along, up or down, with the flood-tide or ebb-tide ;

The mechanics of the city, the masters, well-formed, beautiful-faced, looking you straight in the eyes;

Trottoirs thronged — vehicles — Broadway — the women — the shops and shows.

The parades, processions, bugles playing, flags flying, drums beating ;

A million people — manners free and superb — open voices — hospitality — the most courageous and friendly young men ;

The free city ! no slaves ! no owners of slaves !

The beautiful city ! the city of hurried and sparkling waters ! the city of spires and masts !

The city nested in bays ! my city !

The city of such women, I am mad to be with them ! I will return after death to be with them !

The city of such young men, I swear I cannot live happy, without I often go talk, walk, eat, drmk, sleep, with them!