From The Birmingham Age-Herald, May 18, 1913. By S. E. Kiser. A pall hung over the broad blue bay; In smoking ruins the city lay— The splendid city so bravely planned— And Horror hastened from land to land And Sorrow’s sign was on every door For the far-famed city that was no more. And tearful men to their brethren said: “Its glory is gone and its greatness dead; Its marble halls and its stately homes Its towering walls and its lofty domes Its well-won pride and its careless glee Forever and ever have ceased to be!” But another city has risen there; They have made it great, they have made it fair; Its wharves have called to the wide world’s fleets And traffic roars through its crowded streets; Still glorified by the old romance It grieves no more o’er its sad mischance. They have left no trace on the flame-swept hills Of the twisted beams and the blackened sills, And over the haunts where vice was bred The glittering roofs of trade are spread; With matchless courage and splendid zeal They have made a marvel of stone and steel. They have planned with hope, they have wrought with pride And the spirit lives that men thought had died And they who were stricken so sorely dwell In a fairer city than that which fell And all that was lost in that day of despair They have bravely reclaimed and glorified there. The high hills gleam that were desolate And riches stream through the Golden Gate; A splendid city superbly planned Sends forth her greeting to every land, And fleets are sailing from every shore To the far-famed city that grieves no more.