Here the old Fort stood When the river bent southward. Now because the world pours itself into Chicago The Lake runs into the river Past docks and switch-yards, And under bridges of iron. Sand dunes stretched along the lake for miles. There was a great forest in the Loop. Now Michigan Avenue lies Between miles of lights, And the Rialto blazes Where the wolf howled.
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