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On sand-loose sand and shifting- / On sand-dry sand and drifting- / The city grows to the west; / Not till its border reaches / The ocean-beaten beaches / Will it rest.
On hills-steep hills and lonely, / That stop at cloudland only- / The city climbs to the sky; / Not till the souls who make it / Touch the clear light and take it, / Will it die.