Out where the West Begins, Out where the handclasp's a little stronger, Out where the smile dwells a little longer, That's where the West begins; Out where the sun is a little brighter, Where the snows that fall are a trifle whiter, Where the bonds of home are a wee bit tighter, That's where the West begins. Out where the skies are a trifle bluer, Out where friendship's a little truer, That's where the west begins; Out where a fresher breeze is blowing, Where there's laughter in every streamlet flowing, Where there's more of reaping and less of sowing, That's where the West begins. Out where the world is in the making, Where fewer hearts with despair are aching, That's where the West begins; Where there's more of singing and less of sighing, Where there's more of giving and less of buying, And a man makes friends without half trying, That's where the West begins. Arthur Chapman – "When the Golden Gate is Golden" – No more inspiring sight anywhere rivals the Golden Gate at sunset. Between the peaks of land, the sun sinks into the blue Pacific and ships entering or leaving San Francisco's harbor are silhouetted against the skyline. The Golden Gate Bridge across this entrance to San Francisco Bay, is a single 4200 ft. structure, being a connecting link with all northern counties and the famous Redwood Empire.
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