If this, our Rome, evades destruction,
Let seven times our seven-hilled
Seattle glory! Though every mountain
Is toppled, every valley filled –
The county’s cussing heights on First Hill
Has heard from Renton Hill a passel
Of claxons sound to Yesler Hill;
And come just now from Denny Hill
I see, though flaming Capitol Hill
Defers its head to Queen Anne Hill
For sun and air, still Beacon Hill
Presents Rainier to all Seattle….
Can such a view survive the day?
What hills will tell no eye can say!