It Happened At Once

It Happened at Once
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And then a bolt, a jolt, a chill,
And Mother Earth seemed as afraid:
Then instant all again was still,
Save that my cattle from the shade
Where they had sought firm, rooted clay,
Came forth loud lowing, glad and gay
Knee-deep in grasses to rejoice
That all was well, with trumpet voice,

Not so yon city-darkness, dust,
Then martial men in swift array!
Then smoke, then flames, then great guns thrust
To heaven, as if pots of clay-
Cathedral, temple, palace, tower-
An hundred wars in one wild hour!
And still the smoke, the flame, the guns,
The piteous wail of little ones!

The mad flame climbed the costly steep,
But man, defiant, climbed the flame
What battles where the torn clouds keep!
What deeds of glory in God’s name!
What sons of giants-giants, yea-
Or beardless lad or veteran gray
Not Marathon nor Waterloo
Knew men so daring, dauntless, true

Three days, three nights, three fearful days
Of death, of flame, of dynamite,
Of God’s house thrown a thousand ways;
Blown east by day, blown west by night-
By night? There was no night Nay, nay,
The ghoulish flame lit nights that lay
Crouched down between this first, last day
I say those nights were burned away!

And jealousies were burned away,
And burned were city rivalries,
Till all, white crescenting the bay,
Were one harmonious hive of bees
Behold the bravest battle won!
The City Beautiful begun:
One solid San Francisco, one,
The fairest sight beneath the sun