by William Cullen Bryant (1794 - 1878)
Translation by Miguel Antonio Caro (1845 - 1909)

Hymn of the City
Language: English 
Not in the solitude
Alone may man commune with heaven, or see
Only in savage wood
And sunny vale, the present Deity;
Or only hear his voice
Where the winds whisper and the waves rejoice.

Even here do I behold
Thy steps, Almighty!--here, amidst the crowd,
Through the great city rolled,
With everlasting murmur deep and loud --
Choking the ways that wind
`Mongst the proud piles, the work of humankind.

Thy golden sunshine comes
From the round heaven, and on their dwellings lies,
And lights their inner homes;
For them thou fill`st with air the unbounded skies,
And givest them the stores
Of ocean, and the harvests of its shores.

Thy spirit is around,
Quickening the restless mass that sweeps along;
And this eternal sound--
Voices and footfalls of the numberless throng--
Like the resounding sea,
Or like the rainy tempest, speaks of thee.

And when the hours of rest
Come, like a calm upon the mid-sea brine,
Hushing its billowy breast--
The quiet of that moment too is thine;
It breathes of him who keeps
The vast and helpless city while it sleeps.

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Himno de la ciudad
Language: Spanish (Español)  after the English 
No sólo en yermo llano,
Ni allá en selvoso apartamiento esquivo,
 El pensamiento humano
Puede á Dios contemplar presente y vivo;
 Ni sólo oye su acento
Donde la onda retumba y silba el viento.

 También aquí presente
Yo te adoro ¡Señor! aquí te miro,
 Donde bulle la gente
Con vasta resonancia y vario giro
 Entre muros, do ufana
Puso su sello audaz la industria humana.

 Tu luz, vertida á mares
Del combo cielo, la ciudad inunda,
 Penetra los hogares,
Espacio lleno de aire nos circunda;
 Por ti el mar sus tributos
Nos da, y las costas sus preñados frutos.

 Goza vital aliento
Tanto agrupado ser, y á ti lo debe;
 Y el sordo movimiento
De inmensa multitud que habla y se mueve,
 Tu alto poder proclama
Cual tormenta que zumba ó mar que brama.

 Y á la hora del descanso,
Cual duerme la alta mar, cesa el tumulto;
 Y aquel silencio manso,
Obra tuya también, te ofrece culto;
 Tú, soberano dueño,
De la inerte ciudad guardas el sueño.

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Text added to the website: 2019-11-04 00:00:00
Last modified: 2019-11-04 00:35:58
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Word count: 168