San Francisco’s fate
San Francisco’s Fate.
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With the wreck of her shattered glory,
Desolate, dire, complete;
With her landmarks grim and hoary
Strewn at her bleeding feet;
With the golden fruits of doing
Undone in a single day;
With the madden’d fates pursuing-
The butt of their ghastly play-
With misery dark and fearful
Borne upon every breeze:
With her children wan and tearful
Clinging around her knees,
While famine leers at the portal
And misery stalks within,
She turns with a will immortal
Her renaissance to begin,
Here’s strength to the new-born city!
Here’s hope to the vallant throng!
The world’s great throb of pity
Is turned to applauding song.
On! On! May thy dauntless spirit
Survive the ills of fate!
May a grander ‘San Francisco
Rise Queen of the Golden Gate.
-John J. Wall.
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