< Poems (Victor)
ON SAN FRANCISCO BAY.
O perfect day, O sunlit Bay,
Whene'er our souls are called to sail
The sunless strait where shadows wait,
May we emerge into a vale
Where Angel Islands guard the gate!
San Francisco, September 1886.
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