This extract is from the poem New York (for jazz orchestra: trumpet solo). It is translated from the French.
It was a pure hour when in the streets God makes the life that goes back beyond memory spring up All the amphibious elements shine like suns

More on Senghor:
http://www.ascleiden.nl/Library/Webdossiers/Senghor.aspx
http://www.sangonet.com/SenghorLS/SenghorDCD.html
The full poem can be found here:
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