Sunset In San Diego
The city sits amid her palms; The perfume of her twilight breath Is something as the sacred balms That bound sweet Jesus after death, Such soft, warm twilight sense as lie Against the gates of Paradise. Such prayerful palms, wide palms upreached! This sea mist is as incense smoke, Yon ancient walls a sermon preached, White lily with a heart of oak. And O, this twilight! O the grace Of twilight on my lifted face.
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"The city sits amid her palms;..."
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