Great white horses leap in the shadows of the prows. Heroic gods and goddesses stand in noble array. A huge star beams from a tower top. A huge statue of a man loops against the morning sky. Dogwood blossoms gleam against the shadows.
Birches show their beauty amid rows of evergreens.
All the beautiful trees of America are here in flush of spring beauty. Even the weeping willow leans over a lagoon there to the east. Yet there is something more, something that escapes the glance at first. There's some quality, breathtaking and yet mysterious as if the whole splendid, cheerful array had a mystical meaning not to be put into thought or words. Once again the Trylon and the Perisphere strike their notes.