To San Francisco Poem by Ina D. Coolbrith

To San Francisco



Fair on your hills, my City,
Fair as the Queen of old,
Supreme in her seven-hilled splendor-
You, from your Gate of Gold,
Facing the orient sunburst,
Swathed in the sunset gleams,
Throned in an ultimate glory,
City of mists and of dreams!

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Ina D. Coolbrith

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Nauvoo, Illinois (Josephine D. Smith)
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