Phoenix Redivivus

Phoenix Redivivus.
By Theodor H. Hittell
50.4

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.