From Sunset Magazine, Volume XX, November 1907, after the earthquake
SAN FRANCISCO'S FAIRIES
By Charles K. Field
Aye, Peter Pan, we do believe in fairies!
Sure of those among us we are bound to credit yours;
Seeing to a man how magic everywhere is,
Seeing to a man how magic everywhere is,
Willy-nilly in our hearts the childish faith endures.
Sad enough were we the day the fairies found us,
Desolate and sad enough upon our ashy hills;
Desolate and sad enough upon our ashy hills;
Sorrowing to see our ruins lie around us,
We were very near despair, against our helpless wills.
Then came the fairies! No one saw them winging
Where the fire-swept city lay, a dreary land of doom,
Where the fire-swept city lay, a dreary land of doom,
Till we were aware of enchantment softly springing—
'Mid the bricks and twisted steel, flowers burst in bloom.
So they began—now see the wonders wrought by them;
Magically fairer the city blooms anew—
Aye, Peter Pan, like you we have been taught by them.
Aye, Peter Pan, like you we have been taught by them.
We in San Francisco believe in fairies, too!
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