Front:
San Francisco Bay at Twilight
ON either side a million points
Of brilliancy, like stars low-hung,
Are shimmering through the growing dusk-
Twin rosaries of brilliants flung
Along the great bay's teeming shores;
And back and forth between these chains
The busy, calling ferry-craft
Are weaving myriad tangled skeins.
It is the hour when, homeward bound,
The city's throngs of toilers wend
Their ways; the hour when thoughts of home
With lingering cares of business blend.
The cool, salt air from off the sea
Sweeps through each weary worker's brain,
Smooths out the furrowed lines of care
And whispers: "Now be young again!"
Low in the west the evening star
Gleams like a diamond set in jade
As over San Francisco's hills
The glories of the sunset fade.
Softly the silent night comes down
Athwart the bay, to bring release
From everything that marred the day
And fill its place with-perfect peaee.
1935
ANC
-ADDISON N. CLARK
Back:
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GREETINGS from San Francisco Bay
- where the world's greatest two
bridges soon will take the place of the
historic, picturesque ferries; and where
the 1939 World's Fair is fast becoming
a reality.
NEIL PUBLISHING CO., SAN FRANCISCO
