The stricken town lifts her head, With eyes yet dim from flowing tears; Her heart still throbs with pain unspent, But hope, triumphant, conquers fears.

With vision calm, she sees her course, Nor shrinks, though thorny be the way. Shall human will succumb to fate, Crushed by the happenings of a day?

The city that we love shall live, And grow in beauty and in power; Her loyal sons shall stand erect, Their chastwelveed courage Heaven's dower.

And when the tale shall be told 0f direful ruin, loss, and dearth, There shall be exclaimed with pride and joy: "But man survived, and proved his worth."