[Congressional Record Volume 156, Number 120 (Tuesday, August 10, 2010)]
[Extensions of Remarks]
[Pages E1571-E1572]
From the Congressional Record Online through the Government Publishing Office [www.gpo.gov]




                        IN MEMORY OF THE HEROES
                                OF 9/11

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                           HON. PETER T. KING

                              of new york

                    in the house of representatives

                        Tuesday, August 10, 2010

  Mr. KING of New York. Madam Speaker, I rise today in memory of the 
upcoming anniversary of 9/11 in New York City, and the lives which were 
lost in the World Trade Center buildings, and aboard the planes. And in 
honor of all of those heroes, The fire fighters and police officers and 
regular citizens who gave That Last Full Measure to help save lives. 
Our prayers lie with the families and the children of all of those lost 
loved ones. The world on that day, truly saw the very heart of America, 
and why we have such a great nation. I ask that this poem penned in 
honor of them, by Albert Caswell, be placed in the Record.

                              Gotham Glory

     In . . .
     In this great city . . .
     That which so towers . . .
     High above all of those clouds, throughout all of the hours . 
           . .
     But, lie such majestic buildings . . . that which so make 
           mere men so cower . . .
     All in their presence and circumstance, as this Gotham City 
           they do so enhance . . .
     With but all of their power . . .
     But, nothing in this Gotham City rises . . . or will ever 
           reach any higher, than what so happened all in these 
           hours . . .
     Then, all of those Brave Hearts . . . who so on that fateful 
           day of 9/11, would so inspire!
     All in the midst, of America's darkest of all hours . . .
     To bring their light! Showing us all, what lies within a soul 
           to take us higher!
     As why high above all of this, their fine souls do so tower!
     With all of their faith and love, that which now so showers . 
           . .
     So showers, this Gotham City forever more . . . all 
           throughout her hours . . .
     For in life, there can be no greater story . . .
     Nor no Greater Gift, or so sacrifice . . . so then this their 
           Glory!
     Then, to give up one's life . . . as was their fine story . . 
           .
     All at the very height, of what a Hero can be . . .
     For No Greater Love, burns brighter through eternity!
     As why the face of God, they would see . . .
     As on that morning that which hate, evoked . . .
     As a time, now all so etched all in our hearts and souls that 
           spoke . . .

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     As when, there came such hope . . .
     As to this our Nation that love conquers all, as their fine 
           hearts so spoke!
     As a time when, mere men and women acted like Gods . . . So 
           Wrote . . .
     So Wrote Their Book of Love, as Heaven for them lie close . . 
           .
     Running up, into The Face of Hell . . .
     You Go . . . I Go . . . as was but their fine heroes creed, 
           their actions spelled!
     As all of those fine hearts, so chose to swell . . .
     Running past death, as upward they climbed towards this fiery 
           hell . . .
     With tear in eye, as they all knew that this might be their 
           last moments as well!
     All in their most magnificent quest, but to save lives! As 
           they were all so at their very best!
     With each new step, closer to Heaven they now so climbed . . 
           .
     For on that morning, courage came in all shapes and sizes . . 
           .
     All in what their fine hearts, as so comprised this!
     Setting them all apart, from all of the rest!
     Heroes, who our nation would so bless!
     And too, all of these families now so left . . .
     So left, without all of their greatest of loves of all, may 
           our Lord now so bless . . .
     As each one but on their own, inside such sacred Hearts did 
           rest . . .
     As to our Lord, they all came home . . .
     But, to where they belonged . . .
     And, what child may be born?
     From all of this, their great love so worn . . .
     Who might Save The World, as born?
     Mothers, Fathers, Rabbis, Teachers, Priests and Preachers, 
           tell this story!
     All about, The Greatest Love . . . all about, Their Gotham 
           Glory!
     And when, There Comes A Gentle Rain . . .
     Their tears from up in Heaven, shall wash down upon you to 
           ease your pain . . .
     Until, up in Heaven you shall meet once again . . .
     And you won't have to cry any more!

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