Many Years Ago Some One Set Up At The Summit Of This Peak A Sixty Foot
Cross Of Timber.
Once a high wind blew it down, and the women of the
Fair family then had it restored so firmly that it would resist
anything.
It has risen for fifty years above the gay, careless,
luxuriant and lovable city, in full view from every eminence and from
every valley. It stands tonight, above the desolation of ruins.
The bonny, merry city - the good, gray city - O that one who has mingled
the wine of her bounding life with the wine of his youth should live to
write the obituary of Old San Francisco!
End of The City That Was, by Will Irwin
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