The Voices

 The Voices

By Charles H Towne 

I heard the voice of the city 
Calling again and again, 
And into her arms there hastened 
Millions and millions of men.

And I heard the voice of old gardens, 

Of quiet woodland ways; 

But few there were who would heed 

them 

In the rush of the busy days.

The cities grow old and vanish, 

And their people faint and die; 

But the gardens are green forever, 

Forever blue is the sky.  

THE ORIGINAL HISTORICAL ARTICLE PRESENTED AS IT WAS FOUND IN THIS HISTORICAL MAGAZINE OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

AMERICAN COOPERATIVE JOURNAL    APRIL 1922

THE ORIGINAL HISTORICAL ARTICLE PRESENTED AS IT WAS FOUND IN THIS HISTORICAL MAGAZINE OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

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