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A shining city, one

Happy in snow and sun,

And singing in the rain

A paradisal strain…

Here is a dream to keep,

O Builders, from your sleep.

O foolish Builders, wake,

Take your trowels, take

The poet’s dream, and build

The city song has willed,

That every stone may sing

And all your roads may ring

With happy wayfaring.