kT !i K ''5.'f\iO'IT-|ff''?P'^ 2>6> CHARLES K EELEFL w ITH hills and heights about it rolled There spreads a peerless reach of bay, Outreaching arms benign to hold All fleets that brave the world's highway. There Tamalpais against the sky, A sleeping maiden by the sea, Dreams, as the stately ships drift by, Of all the mighty days to be. And San Francisco on its hills, A phoenix city wrought of flame, With strange prophetic promise thrills, And heart-beats quicken at its name.