San Francisco’s Promise

San Francisco’s Promise.
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Thy Past rolled up in smoke and cloud
And darkness of catastrophe:
Thy Future rises, strong and proud,
Through ashes of thine agony;
Still foams the brine upon thy breast
Where great ships gather to their rest,
Whose argosies from out the West
Still hail thee Mistress of their Sea!
-Maynard Dixon.