O crushed but invincible city!
O broken but fast-rising city!
O glorious and unconquered city,
Still Queen of the North and the West!
The long, golden years of the future, with treasures increasing and
rare,
Shall glisten upon thy rich garments, shall twine in the folds of thy
hair!
From out the black heaps of thy ruins new columns of beauty shall
rise,
And glittering domes shall fling grandly our nation's proud flag to
the skies!
From off thy wide prairies of splendor the treasures of autumn shall
pour,
The breezes shall sweep from the northward, and hurry the ships to thy
shore!
For Heaven will look downward in mercy on those who've passed under
the rod,
And happ'ly again they will prosper, and bask in the blessings of God.
Once more thou shalt stand mid the cities, by prosperous breezes
caressed,
O grand and unconquered Chicago, still Queen of the North and the
West!
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