All hail Milton and then yet again!
Rejoice at its narrow nature and your racing trim,
When the grade drops off and all is East,
Milton is the memory to a newly beholden feast,
Over, below, and beyond, the mother water the civic throng,
A ribbon pathway a bridge from me to you,
And I can see, something beyond me, nothing new,
Saved old glory like Eden’s newest mooring ,
Madison! Now so close, now through the driving snow,
The rivers storm cannot slow me or the passing tug-tow,
Below, Ahead is my repose, ancient steeples and artful tones,
Here the sojourner is without bonds freed by each hearthstone,
Here under the cliffs and mansion doors, my dreams as high,
My heart as hopeful, as the streets I roam bye and bye, A city,
Alike, like a mortal thorn in manifest destinies psyche,
Madison! The sentry must never be off guard even now,
As he marches in white beard and starry brow, Will he see it?
When the high ground falls, when, then, pollution trickles death,
Down into fount and fender threatening the collective abated breath,
And will you stand, how, by what magic you proud pariah,
Madison, the world at your door, time at your arm, the aesthetic messiah.
