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Her towers toppled and her facades razed; A noble city crushed and overthrown;
Her people stunned and all" the world amazed. In black and ashen wreck the work of years Had gone, and hope was almost drowned in tears.
In high resolve and self-reliant mien,
From out the smoking ruin, stanch and strong, Chicago's dauntless spirit rose again,
And ere the embers cooled, her eager throng Of enterprising men were laying, deep,
The firm foundations of her future state. Meanwhile, her sister cities helpful came,
With gracious deeds the gods might emulate. Then mantled on her face a grateful glow, And bright as sunshine on the leveled snow.
Great and majestic, grander than before;
In rare proportions lifted, chaste and strong, Chicago's palaces of trade and art,
Exalted rose, a glory and a song, Her avenues and parks, her towered halls,
Her cottages and courts, her princely homes, Her mills, her statues and her monuments,
Her arched arcades and welkin-reaching domes— All these, and more, are pledges of her worth, As queen among the cities of the earth.