No history much? Perhaps. Only this ominous
Dark beauty flowering under veils,
Trapped in the spectrum of read more

No history much? Perhaps. Only this ominous
Dark beauty flowering under veils,
Trapped in the spectrum of a dying style:
A village like an instinct left to rust,
Composed around the echo of a pistol-shot.

Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill
cannot be hid.

Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill
cannot be hid.

Beautiful for situation, the joy of the whole earth, is Mount
Zion, on the sides of the north, the read more

Beautiful for situation, the joy of the whole earth, is Mount
Zion, on the sides of the north, the city of the great King.

What is the city but the people?

What is the city but the people?

God made the country, and man made the town.

God made the country, and man made the town.

When you look at a city, it's like reading the hopes, aspirations and pride of everyone who built it.

When you look at a city, it's like reading the hopes, aspirations and pride of everyone who built it.

A rose-red city half as old as Time.

A rose-red city half as old as Time.

When you get tired of walking around San Francisco, you can always lean against it

When you get tired of walking around San Francisco, you can always lean against it

That is the way to lay the city flat,
To bring the roof to the foundation,
And read more

That is the way to lay the city flat,
To bring the roof to the foundation,
And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges,
In heaps and piles of ruin.