A Boy of Old Manhattan

THEODORE ROOSEVELT

A boy of old Manhattan
A boy as you and I,
Once watched its towers rising
Until they spanned the sky.

A boy of old Manhattan,
With granite in his soul,
Beheld the star of Lincoln
Above his steepled goal.

A boy of old Manhattan
Built upward hour by hour;
The edifice he visioned
Became a nation's tower.
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