There is a gateway to our western land, Where freedom like a flaming banner glows, Defying time-worn creed and bitter foes, Disdaining pharisaical demand, Befriending heartsick ones on every hand; It sends a glimmering of hope to those Entangled in a mesh of human woes, On mountain, plain, or even desert sand. For Reno is as glorious and free As golden eagle on Sierra's breast, Invigorating in her liberty As breath of spicy sage from rain-drenched crest; So shall this little city ever be Symbolic of the spirit of the West. |