SLGD_1904_05_18_P4_003_02.txt

O, realm of the fairy!  oO, gaye ya comes true! I catch in the darkness,  Swift vision of you,  In radiant light  Thy pinnacles rise And “kam on the skies,  "Neath whose roseate arch bee minarets march,  nd thy domes silver bright Enkindle the night,  While the soft shadows die ae the quick star-points fly. 'Tis a city of angels  The vision unbars Barage of St. Louis,  And pictured in stars.  E &. BE. R