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DISCOVERY OF SAN FRANCISCO BAY AND THE GOLDEN GATE Drawing by Ivory 
BY PORTALA, 1769 
The Two Gates 
By Percy Montgomery 
Two Golden Gates at eve I see: 
One where the sunset gilds the shore 
And sails half shut within the mists, 
Appear and disappear— 
And yet another far away, 
Amid the realm of memory, 
Where fancies quaint like living things 
Bring faith and hope and cheer. 
Two gates at dusk across the west: 
A gate of gold and one of thoughts, 
A way to the sea with all its fears 
And a way to the life of golden years. 
They stretch afar and Twixt them gleams 
The setting sun across the deep, 
The promise of a glad return, 
* Where souls of men are lost in sleep. 
There is a way for hearts of gold, 
Framed in this fashion at each dusk, 
Which leads to life and yet beyond 
If we but trust— 
A gate of purpose open wide 
For Youth and Age, if they but know, 
A pathway to the shores beyond, 
If they but will it so. 
Dear gates of gold, as o’er the sea 
The fading daylight slips away, 
I bid thee but a moment pause 
That I may see; 
That I may drink thy beauty in, 
May learn thy usage and be bold, 
That in thy arms held safe at last, 
May some day come to thee. 
