Phoenix Redivivus

Phoenix Redivivus
By Theodor H Hittell
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A light gleams o’er the Golden Gate;
A pall of of smoke o’erspreads the sky;
The burning city meets its fate;
In smouldering heaps its ruins lie

The morning comes; another light
Far brighter than the light of fire
Drives off the horrors of the night,
And bids new Phoenix to aspire

I see it rise on every hill,
From every rubbish pile the sign-
“Tis everywhere, with might and will,
The spirit of old Forty-Nine