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 TO Annie B. T. Browning 
 
 DAUGHTER OF A PIONEER 
 
 

 COPYRIGHTED 1922 
 
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 1922 
 
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 Contents 
 
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 Part $..•..... XT 
 
 The Emigrants 
 
 The Pacific Rail Road 
 
 The Bear Flag 
 
 The Wild Flowers and Song Birds 
 
 The River 
 
 The Empire 
 
 My Sacramento 
 
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 The Desert 
 
 Sacramento and The Golden Spike 
 
 The Early Day Pioneers 
 
 The Donner Party 
 
 The Argonauts 
 
 The California Clipper Ships 
 
 The Mecca of The Pioneers 
 
 My Sacramento 
 
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 The Ocean 
 
 Balboa 
 
 Cabrillo | 
 
 The Missions \ 
 
 The Light 
 
 Light Again the Early Days 
 
 The Pony Riders 1 
 
 The Future j 
 
 My Sacramento | 
 
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 The roar of shops I leave behind, | 
 
 The hammer, torch, and wheel. 
 Where artist hand and artist mind, 
 Build living forms of steel. 
 
 The Capitol from high in air, 
 Glints back the sunset's gold 
 And towers above a park as fair 
 As ever decked the wold. 
 
 It holds for some enchanted bowers, 
 And spreads for all its sheen 
 Of acres broad of trees and flowers, 
 And terraced lawns of green. 
 
 The War Trees, from the fields of blood. 
 Stand in their close array, 
 Live monuments in leaf and bud. 
 To honor Blue and Gray ; 
 
 And native trees around the dome 
 As if to homage pay; 
 The cypress sing of ocean foam 
 And Spanish Monterey ; 
 
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 And whisper not the branches dumb, 
 Of the sequoia tree, 
 Of centuries that go and come. 
 And of Yosemite? 
 
 With plumes like some strange warlike l)and, 
 
 In hollow square enrow. 
 
 In guard upon the border stand, 
 
 The Palms of Indio. 
 
 Yet oft the Shade spreads green its tent 
 From lands beyond the seas, 
 From Occident, and Orient, 
 And the Antipodes, 
 
 And dreams through days of other suns 
 That shine on distant lands. 
 Of where the sacred Ganges runs, 
 Of pearl and coral strands. 
 
 Of lands where dimly ages fall, 
 Of dragon queue and joss. 
 And of that giant barrier wall 
 That antedates the Cross. 
 
 And shades from Europe's blood stained lands 
 Of other shadows tell, 
 Of blighted homes, and trembling hands. 
 Of screaming shot and shell. 
 
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 Himalayas rear their rugged lines 
 And Everest's peak I scan, 
 On Deodars in tented shrines 
 From swarthy Hindoostan ; 
 
 And visions of those "Halls of Snow" 
 Fade into blossoms grand 
 Of the magnolias in blow 
 That near these cedars stand. 
 
 The incense cedars lift their spires 
 
 To Nature's God supreme, 
 
 And ever burn their fragrant fires { 
 
 Within their branches green. } 
 
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 The charm of all the songbirds tr)- I 
 
 Almost in vain to tell I 
 
 The glory of the tower and sky 
 That bindeth as a spell. 
 
 The spice of fragrance in the air 
 From blossomed bush and tree 
 That seems to float from everywhere 
 Across the lawns to me ; 
 
 The Dial, where each sunny hour 
 The clear cut shadows fall 
 In legend of that Wonder Power 
 That ruleth over all. 
 
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 And walk and lane inviting made 
 By tents of spreading pine 
 And slowly dusking sheltered glade 
 Of blossom, leaf and vine. 
 
 The city's hum is softened quite, 
 Through trees that hide my bower 
 In deepening shadows from the light 
 That now shines from the tower ; 
 
 A drowsy sense of sweet refrain ; 
 An engine's signal call 
 In whistle chimes from distant train ; 
 I count them — four, in all. 
 
 Then unawares my fancy strays 
 In dreams to years gone by. 
 And years to come, and dusty ways, 
 And lanes beyond the sky : 
 
 The years seemed old, and then seem.ed young 
 
 And far ahead the line 
 
 Of shadow of the stylus swung — 
 
 Then back to '49. 
 
 Of all the fancies, pale or bright, 
 Seemed dominant the most, 
 A dreamland city and a light, 
 And tread of passing host. 
 
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 In the centre of an Empire, 
 That with wealth and wonder teems, 
 Swept by fragrance laden breezes. 
 Shines the City of my dreams : 
 Close beside the never failing 
 Streams of water flowing gold 
 From Mount Shasta's melting ices 
 And Sierra's snow-capped fold. 
 
 Near where Marshall first discovered 
 That the shifting river sand 
 Held the lure that, through all dangers. 
 Beckons to a golden land ; 
 Lure that breeds dissatisfaction 
 With the common place of life ; 
 Holds out to the strong a tempting 
 Cup of sweetness in the strife ; 
 
Reckons not of storms or dangers ; 
 Beckons some to wealth and ease, 
 Some to frozen shores of Donner, 
 Some to death in stormy seas ; 
 Bids men leave the plow and workshop, 
 Knowing hardly where they go, 
 Urged on by the dreams of Fortune 
 And the cry of WESTWARD ! HO ! 
 
 And men leave the home and comforts. 
 For the hardships of the plains, 
 Bravely facing ever westward 
 With the toiling ox-team trains ; 
 For the lure shines in the distance ; 
 Sacramento's golden grail, 
 And the golden sunset's harbor 
 Of the prairie schooner's trail. 
 
 The Pacific Railroad's birthplace ; 
 Like a sorcerer of old. 
 Conquering the dreaded desert 
 With a magic spike of gold ; 
 Conquering the mountain passes, 
 With the swiftly rolling wheel ; 
 Building up a western empire 
 With its netted tracks of steel. 
 
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 Pioneer transcontinental ; 
 
 Where its rails first blazed the way, 
 
 Now we see the huge Mikado, 
 
 And leviathan Mallet, 
 
 Toiling on the mountain grades ; 
 
 On the longer levels trail I 
 
 The Atlantic and Pacific, 1 
 
 Iron greyhounds of the rail. i 
 
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 From the Heart of California, I 
 
 From that place beside the stream I 
 
 Where the spade of earth first shoveled | 
 
 Seemed the folly of a dream — s 
 
 Carrying the wealth of commerce | 
 
 Ever climbing; sweeping past | 
 
 Gold Run, where hydraulic giants | 
 
 Tore the gold from hillsides vast ; ^ 
 
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 Pausing at this higher level, I 
 
 Facing steeper mountains bold | 
 
 Where the rails crept onward, marking, 
 
 Dutch Flats Swindle turned to gold ; 
 
 Riding on the brink of gorges 
 
 Where they cut the mountains through 
 
 And the river runs a streamlet 
 
 In their depths of hazy blue ; 
 
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 Throug^h the snow sheds burrowing far 
 Under the Sierra snows ; 
 Looking down on placid Donner 
 In its mountain glen repose ; 
 Through the Truckee river canyon 
 Winding as the waters through 
 Crossing here and there the river 
 Fed from Tahoe's depths of blue ; 
 
 Through Nevada's sage brush desert 
 Where the gray coyotes roam ; 
 On, o'er Salt Lake's briny ocean 
 With its flecks and streaks of foam, 
 And its waves that glinting mirrors 
 Flash and go and never tire, 
 Under darts of sunlight seeming 
 Spattered with a rain of fire ; 
 
 Through the Rocky Mountains climbing 
 Upward to the Great Divide ; 
 Sweeping down as sweep the waters 
 Seeking now the other tide. 
 Never ceasing speed the long trains 
 Out across the prairie's floor, 
 Joining the Pacific Empire 
 With the far Atlantic shore. 
 
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Empire rich in trade and commerce, 
 In the orang-e laden train, 
 In the lumber freighted schooner, 
 And the floating barge of grain ; 
 Blest with homes of health and comfort ; 
 Rich in fruit and flower and clime, 
 In the mine, and in the oil well, 
 Almond, olive, tree, and vine ; 
 
 Gorgeous under bluest heavens, 
 In its poppy yellowed plains, 
 Set with emerald of rice fields, 
 And the shining' river lanes ; 
 Checkered with the farm and orchard, 
 And with gardens manifold, 
 Orange, lemon, grapefruit blossoms, 
 Nuclei of spheres of gold. 
 
 Yet through all a tinge of wildness ; 
 
 Overhead the wild geese call ; 
 
 Teal and Mallard haunt the marshes, 
 
 And the tule grasses tall : 
 
 Where the wild deer roam the mountains, 
 
 And the panther hides his lair, 
 
 In the deeper wilds of Nature, 
 
 Is the habitude of bear; 
 
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 Undisputed grizzly monarchs 
 
 Of their wilds and forests lone 
 
 Towers in strength and love of freedom ; 
 
 Savage, to protect their own : 
 
 Ever as these guard our statesmen, 
 
 In the ballot, and debate ; 
 
 Ever as these guard our warships 
 
 Steaming through the Golden Gate ; 
 
 And our war planes, ever watchful 
 Eagles of the vaulted blue. 
 Carry on their wings the Bear Flag, 
 Charging with the leading few ; 
 Flying in the face of Danger 
 On the Battle's hottest breath ; 
 Soaring past the bursting Shrapnel's 
 Grasping, smoke gloved hands of death. 
 
 And our armies in the battle, 
 In that desperate ugly way. 
 In the trenches, and the open. 
 Stand as grizzly bear at bay : 
 In this wild and savage monarch, 
 Much we find to emulate ; 
 Well selected as an emblem 
 Of the rugged Golden State ; 
 
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 Typical of all its wildness | 
 
 As he guards his forest den ; ? 
 
 Loved and honored for his courage, ? 
 
 Ever by the hearts of men ; 5 
 
 Symbolizing strength and firmness, | 
 
 Taken from his mountain crag, i 
 
 In the Seal of State set deeply, ! 
 
 Silhouetted on the Flag. | 
 
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 Honor to the Bear Flag Party ! | 
 
 Sacramento Pioneers ! | 
 
 Flinging to the breeze the Emblem } 
 
 That grows dearer with the years. | 
 
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 Lettered on a cotton rag J 
 Lower edged with bar of crimson : 
 Honor to the men and Flag! 
 
 See them bending o'er their rifles. 
 Staining red the battle star. 
 Blacking in the savage Grizzly, 
 Just above the crimson bar. 
 Honor to each man conspirant 
 In that blow for freedom dealt, 
 In those days of spurs and rifle, 
 Boots, and blouse, and pistol belt. 
 
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 Crude that flag — yet never artist 
 Painted with more dash and vim ; 
 Lighting on the lifeless canvas 
 Subtle fires that never dim ; 
 And that banner floating o'er us 
 Makes one Party of us all ; 
 On the land of flowers and sunshine 
 Ever may its shadows fall. 
 
 Trenchant with the life and spirit 
 Of the Pioneers of old ; 
 Banner of the days preceding 
 The discovery of gold ; 
 CALIFORNIA REPUBLIC 
 Flying out in sun and dew ; 
 Ever may it drink the freedom 
 Of the vaunted skies of blue. 
 
 Rich and fertile are the valleys 
 With their cattle, sheep, and swine. 
 Fields of grain and sugar beets, 
 Trellised hop, and raisin vine ; 
 Valleys of green fields and pastures, 
 With their gardens of the rose 
 And of fragrant orange blossoms 
 In the place of winter snows. 
 
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 In their gold and purple raiment. 
 On the loam and on the sands, 
 Everywhere the wild flowers blossom ; 
 Even in the winter lands, 
 Cutting through with burning torches, 
 Snow Plants flame their blossoms red 
 On the mountains snows completely 
 Drifted o'er their forest bed. 
 
 Radiant in all their beauty, 
 Scattered wild the lilies blow; 
 Gaudy colored Mariposas, 
 Shastas in their waxen snow, 
 Satin Bells and spotted Leopards ; 
 Is it strange the Savior sees 
 "Solomon in all his glory 
 Not arrayed like one of these?" 
 
 In the play of light and shadow 
 That its sunlit ripples hold. 
 On the breeze the Bear Flag proudly 
 Floats out in its graceful fold 
 Over parks and lawns and gardens 
 Where camellia bushes blow 
 Waxen leafed and waxen blossomed, 
 Blooms of scarlet and of snow : 
 
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Red and white the gaudy blossoms 
 Seem to shine reflected blaze 
 Where the sun in winter glory 
 Slants across the flag its rays ; 
 White reflected from the background 
 Pink and red from star and bar 
 While the deeper dark red blossoms 
 In the Grizzly's shadow are. 
 
 In the heart of all, the City 
 Lifts its golden domes and spires 
 O'er its busy streets and highways 
 And its pretty parks and squares. 
 Sacramento ! Hail ! Eureka ! 
 It is where the sunbeams fall ; 
 It is where a land of promise 
 Opens wide its gates to all. 
 
 In your Bear Flag flung reliance, 
 Sitting at Sierra's feet, 
 Compassing the fertile valleys, 
 Ocean, plain and mountain meet, 
 Bounded by the world wide famous [ 
 
 Splendors of the Golden Gate, | 
 
 By Yosemite's wild grandeur I 
 
 And Mount Lassen's smoking grate, i 
 
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Ruling o'er a land whose beauties 
 Seem like dreams of Paradise ; 
 Like a fairyland's wild gardens, 
 Sunny slopes and azure skies ; 
 O'er an Empire rich in storied 
 Pioneer and Mission lore, 
 With its marvelous sequoia, 
 And its famed Pacific shore. 
 
 Sunny slopes, with golden carpets 
 1 Where the poppies deck the lea ; 
 
 1 Azure skies that change to golden 
 
 1 Where the sun sinks in the sea ; 
 
 Golden sands and golden grain fields 
 
 Where the river waters run ; 
 
 Bands and bars and clouds of gold dust 
 
 Rifted in the setting sun. 
 
 Paradise, where songs of thrushes, 
 Music born in Heaven above, 
 Mingle with the clear, far distant 
 Mournful love call of the dove : 
 Fairyland, where larks sing sweetly 
 In the fields their matchless lay ; 
 Golden throated as the Mission 
 Bells of famed San Luis Rey : 
 
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Where the water oozel singing 
 Happiness without alloy, 
 In the cataract and whirlpool 
 Strives in vain to drown his joy ; 
 And these paint in song the lily, 
 And the rose and blush of dawn, 
 Catch the fragrance of the meadows. 
 Of the woodland and the lawn. 
 
 In the background the Sierras 
 Sloping upward from the plain, 
 With their thousand hills of orchard 
 And their higher rock bound chain. 
 With their crystal lakes and snow peaks 
 Lifted close against the sky 
 In their white capped distant beauty 
 Rise to bar the clouds that fly. 
 
 At your gates the Sacramento 
 Sweeps its floods majestically, 
 Through a netherland of gardens 
 Winding channels to the sea, 
 As it floats past town and city 
 Ships and barges low with freight. 
 In the busy world of commerce 
 To and from the Golden Gate ; 
 
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Rising in the pine clad mountains ; 
 In their hillsides dripping moss ; 
 In the winding rills half hidden 
 That the fern tips kiss across ; 
 Where the trout hide under shady 
 Overhanging banks of grass, 
 And the deer, from hazel covers. 
 Make the pools their looking glass ; 
 
 Through long lanes of rock cut channel. 
 Here and there with banks less sheer 
 Bordered wide with flood washed cobble 
 Wind its living waters clear ; 
 Clean it washes gravel stretches 
 And where thick the boulders are 
 In swift channels crowds between them 
 Ripples past the sandy bar. 
 
 As it flows out on the valley 
 All its nervous haste is stemmed 
 In the deep smooth curve and tangent 
 Willow, oak, and poppy rimmed ; 
 On it flows past ranch and garden 
 Trenching out to left and right, 
 Making rice and orange blossoms 
 From the mountain's drifted white. 
 
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 Tributaries dash their waters 
 On the turbines whirling fast, 
 Waters from the storms of cloudland 
 Holding lightnings in their grasp, 
 Limpid, swirling, sparkling beauty 
 Sweeping from the snow fields vast 
 Down through canyons, forks and gorges, 
 In wild beauty unsurpassed. 
 
 River of the Bear Flag Empire ! 
 Flooding into rainless June 
 For the fruits that ripen under 
 Cloudless skies of summer noon : 
 Drifts of leaves and wild wood blossoms 
 Sweep along upon the tide, 
 With the sands Hydraulic Giants 
 Tore out from the mountain's side. 
 
 More and more for it the valleys 
 With the Horn of Plenty fill ; 
 Ever more and more its harness 
 Rings with clang of shop and mill ; 
 And its jeweled blanket wider 
 Spreads out with the robes of night, 
 Like the constellations shining 
 With its diadems of light. 
 
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 All its floods by mill and valley 
 In control will soon be led, 
 That now brimming bank and levee 
 Over ranch and tule spread, 
 And the Sacramento ever 
 Flow on in its priceless worth, 
 One of Archimedes' levers 
 Helping to uplift the earth. 
 
 In the North majestic Shasta 
 Proudly wears its crown of white ; 
 On its crest the morn shines early ; 
 Tardy glows the sunset's light ; 
 Turbaned oft with clouds of Heaven, 
 White, impassive, stately, grand, 
 Sphinxlike sentinel of ages, 
 At the gates of Wonderland. 
 
 Speaks it not to all a challenge 
 Come you friend ? Or come you foe ? 
 Passing in or through my country 
 What say you if friend you go? 
 And we read the answer clearly 
 And to Shasta drain the cup, 
 It is stamped upon our Empire 
 Reading — Look not down, but up ! 
 
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 Near at hand are Modoc's forests, 
 Where the wilderness outspreads, 
 Cratered, caved, and labyrinthic, 
 Indian marked lava beds ; 
 Fields of lava chaos rifted, 
 Slabs and boulders piled and thrown, 
 Trenches deep, and caves fantastic, 
 Chimneys, venting depths unknown. 
 
 In the South Artesian waters, 
 Alchemists of sage brush wold. 
 Change the sands of burning deserts 
 Surely into grains of gold; 
 And the date palms of the Tropics 
 Grow in fields once soldier set 
 Thickly with the warlike cactus 
 And the Spanish bayonet. 
 
 From the clouds Mt. Whitney's snow peaks 
 Looks down where Death Valley's land, 
 Sunk below the ocean's level. 
 Drifts its fogs of burning sand 
 Far below the glistening armor 
 Of those peaks that rake the blue, 
 
 i Far below the purpled grandeur 
 
 ! Of Sierra's crested view. 
 
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 Pasadena boasts the blossoms 
 That December steals from May 
 In its Carnival of Roses 
 On each New Year's holiday. 
 All along- the coast, far inland, 
 Cool the summer breezes blow 
 From the thousand miles of ocean, 
 From the wind blown caps of snow. 
 
 Far the call of the Pacific 
 
 And the coast its waters lave 
 
 Where the sun and moon ere setting 
 
 Light a pathway on the wave ; 
 
 Paved with light it seems to beckon, 
 
 Stirring something in the blood, I 
 
 Leading ever on unbroken s 
 
 To the lands beyond the flood. s 
 
 Often are the days of winter I 
 
 Faviltless as of fairest spring, f 
 
 Often blared the Centuries trumpets f 
 
 To the great Sequoia king ; | 
 
 Often as if touched by Midas | 
 
 Mines are rich with wealth untold, j 
 
 And the hillsides rich with poppy | 
 
 And with citrus fruited gold. | 
 
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 From Lake Tahoe's crystal waters 
 
 To the ocean bordered land, 
 
 From the lava beds of Modoc 
 
 To gay Coronado's strand 
 
 From the Northland to the Southland, 
 
 The Sierras to the sea, 
 
 Never was there Empire fairer 
 
 Wheresoever the land may be. 
 
 Hail to Thee ! My Sacramento 
 City of the Golden State ! 
 Hail to Thee ! Camellia City, 
 At the sunshine's western gate ! 
 Birthplace of that famous railway 
 Christened with a spike of gold! 
 City of the Bear Flag Empire, 
 And the Pioneers of old ! 
 
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 Upon the pathAvay of the sun, 
 That climbs the mountain lands 
 To where the Humboldt's waters run 
 And sink into the sands, 
 
 The heavy freights roll east and west, 
 And coaches giant drawn 
 Roll down from where Sierra's crest 
 Burns red its fires of dawn, 
 
 And high above with Mather's crew 
 The airships swiftly glide 
 Above fair Donner's lake of blue 
 Across the desert wide — 
 
 The prairie schooner's ocean gray 
 Of ox-team tented sail, 
 The wheel-cut, stage coach, dusty way, 
 The pony rider's trail — 
 
 The barren sea of salty meads 
 Of sage-brushed hills and plains, 
 The Ogre that the rails and steeds 
 Of steel threw into chains. 
 
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 The golden spike is shadow traced 
 On every train that goes 
 Across the desert's sandy waste 
 And the Sierra snows. 
 
 No longer snows of Donner Lake 
 Have undisputed reign ; 
 Ih vain the desert blizzards break 
 Against the rushing train. 
 
 Hail ! City of the first laid rail 
 To brave the desert's sand, 
 And dangers of that famous trail 
 To El Dorado's Land. 
 
 And Sacramento, much you owe 
 To Judah and the rest : 
 The silver hammer that you know 
 Spiked fast the East and West, 
 
 The golden spike and laurel tie 
 From your own land of gold, 
 And honors that no wealth can buy 
 Heaped on you many fold. 
 
 And when the granite high is reared, 
 On top may Judah stand, 
 With arm outpointed, transit veered. 
 To eastward o'er the land, 
 
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 And legend say — This bronze we rear 5 
 
 To him who led the way I 
 
 To join the far Atlantic's pier ! 
 
 With San Francisco Bay. I 
 
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 Hail ! City where American j 
 
 And Sacramento meet | 
 
 In streams that flow from cloudland's glen j 
 
 Through mountain gorges deep ; 5 
 
 One comes from where the snow-white cap 
 Of Shasta gleams afar ; 
 The other sweeps through mountain gap 
 Coloma's golden bar : 
 
 They come from woodlands set with ferns, 
 From dell, and shady run ; 
 And frozen peaks, where feebly burns 
 The heat torch of the sun ; 
 
 And on past willows, trailing low, s 
 
 Each to the city flows, ! 
 
 Twixt banks festooned with mistletoe, | 
 
 The wild grape and the rose : 1 
 
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 And manzanita grow ; | 
 
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 That battle with the snow. f 
 
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 American forever flow ! 
 
 And Sacramento, too ! 
 
 And past them far the City grow 
 
 That crowds between the two. 
 
 Fort Sutter's walls and lawns are fair ; 
 And e'er will be, I ween ; 
 And city park, and plaza square, 
 To Sutter's memory green. 
 
 And Marshall! may your fame be known 
 To lands beyond the blue, 
 For El Dorado's cornerstone 
 Was laid by men like you. 
 
 The outward dress and garments rough, 
 They do not hide the man, 
 And scarcely can we praise enough 
 The days of pick and pan. 
 
 The days when Manley, void of fear, ? 
 
 With Rogers made the trip ? 
 
 To rescue friends and comrades dear 1 
 
 From gaunt Death Valley's grip. i 
 
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 And quickly swept upon the same 1 
 
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 The Vigilantes, iron-gloved, 
 Who crashed the burning brand 
 Of crime, and murder, still are loved 
 In El Dorado's Land. 
 
 What matters dearth of critic's praise? 
 What matters smirch of pen? 
 I doubt were ever fairer plays, 
 Or braver, better men. 
 
 What matters lack of polished phrase? 
 We judge not w^orth by this ; 
 In heritage of early days, 
 We gain more than we miss. 
 
 The days when Donner's fated band. 
 Starvation drifted in. 
 In many acts of courage grand 
 Showed blood that grew not thin. 
 
 Brave Stanton, in his second rush 
 Of rescue through the snow, 
 Sleeps somewhere in the forests' hush ; 
 The horrors half we know. 
 
 We see again the tented train ; 
 The camp of death recall. 
 As years go by and autumns wane 
 And snowflakes swirling fall 
 
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 Upon the shores of Donner Lake 
 To lodge in pine trees tall 
 And mantle white its bush and brake 
 And western granite wall, 
 
 We see again the camp, the site. 
 Again, once more the pall 
 Of the Sierras' blanket white 
 Of snow spread over all ; 
 
 While underneath are those who sleep. 
 Of Donner's fated band. 
 Unmindful of the snowdrifts deep 
 And of the summers bland ; 
 
 Unmindful of the palaced trains 
 That now go roaring by, 
 And deaf to droning of the planes 
 That look down from on high; 
 
 They dream no more of banquets sweet 
 
 From harvests' richest store, * 
 
 Awaken not, again to meet i 
 
 The gaunt wolf at the door, 1 
 
 Where snows fall deep, where mountains rais» I 
 
 The massive granite high, I 
 
 Along that trail of early days | 
 
 They by the wayside lie : 1 
 
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Their beds forever there they make 
 Beneath the pine leaves brow^n 
 And where the yellowed aspen shake 
 Their gold of autumn down. 
 
 To all the world ring loud the praise 
 
 Their monument acclaims 
 
 To Pioneers of early days, 
 
 To those who crossed the plains. 
 
 Their type the Great West's call brought forth 
 On stormy seas ensail, 
 From East and West and South and North 
 And on the desert's trail. 
 
 The call of unknown hills and plains, 
 When Death rode side by side 
 With Courage, Hope and ox-team trains 
 Across the Great Divide. 
 
 When men come sailing from afar. 
 From every seaport town, 
 In every hulk that hemp and tar 
 Might keep from going down. 
 
 When many ships won Golden Gate 
 And anchored ne'er to ride, 
 And tempt again uncertain Fate 
 Upon the outer tide. 
 
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 Yet other boats touched at the slips, 
 Comparisoned were these, 
 As graceful, white-winged clipper ships 
 World famous on the seas. 
 
 We see them at their anchor slip, 
 In graceful, stream-line form. 
 We see them starting on that trip 
 Around storm-famed Cape Horn. 
 
 The sails are set across the bows 
 For harbors far away. 
 The winds lean on them and the prows 
 Dash high the whitecaps' spray. 
 
 Untrammeled now by shore or shoal 
 They speed with sails unfurled 
 In that long race to distant goals 
 Full twice across the world ; 
 
 With pace unslackened by the shades 
 Of night, though blackest drawn, 
 Upon the wings of ocean trades 
 Sweep onward to the dawn. 
 
 And stand away upon the dun 
 Gray ocean stretching far 
 Revealed before the rising sun 
 Beneath the morning star ; 
 
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 Through night and day, through sun and rain, 
 
 With sails set slant and high 
 
 To grasp the breezes' every gain, 
 
 The ocean clippers fly 
 
 'Mid ever-changing Neptune's charms 
 Wher-e'er the pathway runs 
 Sail through the bursting thunderstorms 
 Beneath the blazing suns. 
 
 And leave behind the Tropic's blaze 
 And ever-summer sky, 
 Its balmy nights and scorching days, 
 And ever southward fly. 
 
 Each night new stars shine in the shrouds. 
 Until in stormy pledge 
 Float on the night Magellan's Clouds 
 Above the ocean's edge. 
 
 The North Star landmark of the sky 
 Is long since lost to sight. 
 In place the Southern Cross stands high 
 In watch throughout the night. 
 
 With roll that startles even yon 
 Brave Captain, sailor born. 
 The clipper sets her forefoot on 
 The storm waves of Cape Horn. 
 
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Around Cape Horn the billows rave, 
 An angry wind-swept sea, 
 Wide strewn with shipwrecks of the wave 
 In tale and history. 
 
 Upon this gauntlet of the tide, 
 That stormed in Crusoe's day, 
 The clippers of the ocean ride 
 And tack and breast their way, 
 
 With decks aslant in hollows deep 
 Of waves that tower and comb. 
 White-crested break and lash and leap 
 And dash in spray and foam, 
 
 With proudly lifted bow, and keel 
 Cut through the breakers' crest, 
 With leaning masts and sails that feel 
 The Storm King's wild unrest, 
 
 O'er miles of ocean lashed and tossed 
 By flails of Tempests loud 
 Their long dark hulls now seen, now lost, 
 Their sails a flying cloud, 
 
 O'er graves of hapless brig and barque, 
 Neath skies of sullen gray. 
 Through winter nights of storm and dark 
 And showers of icy spray. 
 
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 And turning north, again they track 
 Across the Tropic's line, 
 Where northern harbors welcome back, 
 And northern heavens shine. 
 
 Upon this storm-linked ocean way 
 Another vessel came ; 
 With Argonauts of early day 
 We glory in her name : 
 
 With gold rush passengers elate, 
 
 The CALIFORNIA 
 
 Came steaming through the Golden Gate 
 
 Mid cheers and wild hurrah. 
 
 And hats and 'kerchiefs waving wide 
 From hills along the route, 
 While warships roared above the tide 
 Their broadside guns salute. 
 
 She came the first by steam propelled 
 To enter Golden Gate ; 
 The waves that from her paddles swelled 
 And rolled with pride inate 
 
 Are rolled again today the same 
 On waters of the Bay 
 Behind that boat that bears her name 
 On mass of fighting gray. 
 
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The California clipper ships 
 
 No longer plow the main ; 
 
 The sails that sped their flying trips 
 
 The breezes seek in vain ; 
 
 From "Flying Cloud" to "Raven" black 
 They all have ceased to be 
 And tale and song alone bring back 
 These racers of the sea. 
 
 Through locked and channeled Panama 
 The ocean freighters go, 
 And bright on all America 
 The lights of Progress glow. 
 
 The clipper Captains proud and suave 
 
 Are dim within the past, 
 
 And steam will go some day as have 
 
 The days before the mast. 
 
 As have almost from sight and sound 
 The Red Man, friend and foe, 
 The dugout and the kitchen mound, 
 The arrow and the bow. 
 
 To this and that the mastery 
 Of land and air and sea 
 May come and go, and monarchy 
 And kingdoms cease to be, 
 
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 Yet ever will we tribute pay j 
 
 To days of chivalry. j 
 
 We glimpse again the early days, 
 
 The Wild West's vanguard line, 
 
 The Bear Flag rising from the haze, 
 
 The placer creek and mine, | 
 
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 The campfire's smoke and grime, i 
 
 The ruddy health of simple fare, j 
 
 The tan of sunny clime, | 
 
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 The rougher dress and rougher way. 
 The boyish, hearty fun. 
 The sterner quarrels, and the play 
 Of ever-ready gun, 
 
 The City that was Mecca made 
 And worshipped as the sun 
 In that wild rush and world crusade 
 That likens unto none. 
 
 The Sacramento of the time. 
 When law was honor bright. 
 And Lynch the judge for every crime 
 That crovvded much the right. 
 
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 When free and easy was the way, 
 And cups with gold dust brimmed 
 Were gambled in a single day, 
 Or scattered to the wind. 
 
 Its early days were halcyon, 
 
 Our City, yours and mine, 
 
 We'll snap not dress suit judgment on 
 
 Its days of Forty-nine. 
 
 And ever may it halcyon be. 
 And pessimistic dumb. 
 And rise above adversity 
 In all the years to come. 
 
 And should misfortune blight or damp 
 Or flames or floods devast. 
 Rise aided by Aladdin's lamp, 
 Unequaled — unsurpassed. 
 
 Then here's to El Dorado's ways, 
 And here's to Sutter's town, 
 And Pioneers of early days. 
 Long live they in renown : 
 
 We hold their lives, what e'er their lot. 
 As gold of karat fine. 
 And in our hearts a tender spot 
 For days of camp and mine. 
 
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 Then here's to California, 
 
 Its hills of green and brown, 
 
 Its sunny climed arcadia 
 
 That slopes from snowpeaks down. 
 
 And to camellias, red and white. 
 And to the golden dome. 
 And to that Light that shineth bright 
 Wherever we may roam. 
 
 That shines down on the park below 
 On treetop, lawn and lane. 
 And sends afar its sturdy glow 
 To street and window pane ; 
 
 Usurps the sunset's waning rule 
 Ere dark its shades are drawn 
 And shines on through the misty cool 
 Of half-awakened dawn. 
 
 And shines out to the ends of earth 
 On camp and sail its cheer 
 The light that knows no pale, no dearth, 
 My Sacramento's dear. 
 
 And to that flag the winds unfold 
 From masts on land or sea. 
 The Grizzly of the land of gold. 
 The Monarch of the free. 
 
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 Then, Sacramento, Health to you! 
 May fleeting seasons bring 
 Prosperity and wealth anew 
 In fairest offering. 
 
 And with the crowd, or with the few, 
 
 We'll loud your praises sing, 
 
 With every son and daughter true, 
 
 A western queen and king. I 
 
 At every chance, in many ways, | 
 
 We'll speed your glories on, 1 
 
 Until they travel with your praise j 
 
 As far as trails the dawn. | 
 
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 The fields are green and gold, | 
 
 And meadow larks and linnets sing j 
 
 Their love songs sweet and old. | 
 
 On summer lowlands breezes blow 
 In waves the tule reed, 
 On higher lands the tar weeds glow 
 With gold that knows not greed. 
 
 And winter mountains drifted deep I 
 
 Bring back to vision's line i 
 
 The struggles on the rocky steep 
 
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 On autumn hills of red Toyon 
 The Qiristmas berries grow ; 
 And golden sunsets shine upon 
 My land of bloom and snow. 
 
 On Sacramento may the glow 
 
 Of golden sunsets be, 
 
 As long as snow-capped mountains flow 
 
 Their waters to the sea. 
 
 And may my City grow by strides 
 As long as poppies blow, 
 As long as winds and ocean tides 
 Move restless to and fro. 
 
 And when have passed the days so fleet, 
 And years have trooped along. 
 Beyond the Great Divide we'll meet 
 Again in happy throng. 
 
 And where our spirits haunt the bowers 
 To rest where e'er they will, 
 We'll greet you from the poppy flowers 
 That golden vale and hill. 
 
 From sunny slopes with sunny smiles, 
 From fields wet with the dew, 
 And sing your praise the millioned miles 
 Beyond the vaulted blue. 
 
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 Your course the years along, | 
 
 And blessings make, if blessings can, ? 
 
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 Up and down the great Pacific 
 Stretches out Balboa's shore, 
 With its rock and sand-rimmed beaches 
 And its missioned hills of yore. 
 Through its Golden Gate of commerce 
 Ships from Arctic's ice and snow 
 And the Torrid Zone's rich tropics 
 Treasure laden come and go. 
 
 Scraggly cypress on the headlands, 
 Bent beneath the trade winds load, 
 Seem fantastic witch and goblin 
 Stern and bleak as their abode. 
 On the rocky shores the billows 
 Foam in with their dash and roar, 
 Urchins of the sea beneath them 
 Cling fast to the ocean's floor. 
 
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 Here the crab, in rocky crevice, 
 
 In his home Gibraltar finds ; 
 
 Here we find the abalone 
 
 And sea life of many kinds. 
 
 That abounds along the wave-worn 
 
 Ragged edges of the sea 
 
 With their rock set, tide wet gardens 
 
 Of the sea anemone. 1 
 
 Stretches of long sandy beaches 
 And of sand hills drifted high, 
 Overhead, in trim to buffet 
 Stormy winds, the seagulls fly ; 
 Sanderlings upon the beaches 
 Pipe their shrill and plaintive call. 
 Frailer seeming in the background 
 Of the curving breaker's wall. 
 
 Much has changed since first Balboa 
 
 Looked out on the sail-less main, | 
 
 Saying: "All the shores it washes | 
 
 I proclaim the lands of Spain." I 
 
 Up and down the coast go steamers, | 
 
 Graceful in their rake and trim, | 
 
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 From the lands then claimed by him. | 
 
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 Clearer grow uncertain outlines 
 
 As the ships come plowing on ; 
 
 Outward bound, they reach the curve's crest, 
 
 Sink behind it and are gone. 
 
 Yet beyond, in waves magnetic, 
 
 Clear they sing in wireless codes 
 
 Messages to lands and steamers 
 
 Far across their dustless roads. 
 
 In Balboa's day a wireless 
 Message from beyond the wave 
 Would have seemed scarce less uncanny 
 Than one from beyond the grave. 
 And more mystic than a dream song. 
 Coming from the distant spheres 
 That in science may outstrip us 
 Counting many thousand years. . 
 
 And it makes us think that some time 
 We may, when the heights are won. 
 Talk with people of the planets 
 Circling with us round the sun; 
 And with some yet unfound lever 
 We may lift the distance haze, 
 Lighting worlds of greatest wonder 
 That are now beyond our gaze. 
 
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 Following the spear and sword flash 
 Of this errant knight of Spain, 
 In his galleons Cabrillo 
 Sought the Anian in vain, 
 As he crept along the coast line, 
 Watching smoke clouds drift and float 
 From the signal fires of wild tribes 
 Kindled for the white-winged boat. 
 
 And these simple tribes of nature 
 
 Watched him land upon the shore, 
 
 Saw in him the bearded white man 
 
 Of their mystic ancient lore, 
 
 As he strode the first of white men 
 
 In the pale of history 
 
 On the land of many wonders : 
 
 CALIFORNIA, to be. 
 
 Land of gold and land of sunshine ! 
 Many sails went by at sea 
 Little dreaming El Dorado 
 Lay so close by in the lee ; 
 Going by upon the ocean, 
 With their crews of sailors bold, 
 Far in search of fabled cities, 
 Cities with their roofs of gold. 
 
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 Years pass on and Missions rising 
 Here and there along the coast 
 Lift Salvation's Cross of Heaven 
 To the childlike savage host, 
 Teaching them the broader Scripture 
 And to seek the better lot ; 
 In the name of Christ the Saviour, 
 Welcomed; and forbade them not. 
 
 Gone, long since, are priest and padre 
 And the horde of neophytes, 
 Mirrored in the blue Pacific 
 Gleam no more the mission lights ; 
 Here and there the bells, still hanging, 
 Seem to listen for the fall 
 Of the footsteps that once echoed 
 Through the cloister and the hall. 
 
 Missions built of rough adobe, 
 Gardens rose and lily patched. 
 Wide eaved roof and companile 
 Tule weed and willow thatched, 
 Flourished on the blue Pacific, 
 And the mustard blossoming, 
 On the trails that led between them. 
 Marked "The Highway of the King." 
 
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 Of the steel-laid Sunset Way, 
 And the old-time Spanish Missions 
 Are the cities of today. 
 Massive walled and plain in outline. 
 Casting sharp each line of shade, 
 In Decay's slow-burning furnace 
 We have watched the Missions fade. 
 
 Yet there live the fires eternal 
 In historic crumbling wall, 
 Smouldering with tales romantic 
 Of the Missions' rise and fall. 
 Ruined walls in mellow tinting 
 Look toward Resurrection's dawn 
 While still clinging to the twilight 
 Of a day of glory gone. 
 
 Monterey slopes steep its hillsides 
 Looking out upon the bay ; 
 Junipero Serra's statue 
 Stands upon the rise, part way ; 
 And it stands there to remind us 
 Of the gold he found in dross, 
 And the famous Mission Empire 
 That he built beneath the Cross. 
 
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 Missions with their herds and acres, 
 And their riches, labor won. 
 With their gates wide open welcome 
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 I To your place within the sun, 
 
 1 Heart and center of an Empire, 
 
 I Of a land surpassed by none ; 
 
 I Born amid the Wild West's beauties, 
 
 I And with Fortune's golden kiss 
 
 ; Burning in your veins and being, 
 Rising from the wilderness. 
 
 Cradled in the lowly cabins 
 
 Of the sturdy Pioneer, 
 ! Reared amid the rough and stirring 
 
 I Scenes of days now held so dear, 
 
 I Honored by a State and Nation, 
 
 j In the surely dawning light 
 
 I Of prosperity and greatness 
 
 Reign with wisdom, truth and right. 
 
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 From your Capitol's uplifted 
 
 Golden cap and golden ball, 
 
 High o'er Sutter's Fort and plazas 
 
 Let your light shine out to all : 
 
 On the city and the hamlet, 
 
 Let it shine o'er field and moor. 
 
 And with Justice measured brightness 
 
 Shine alike for rich and poor. 
 
 Let it shine in rainbow beauty 
 And with magic searchlight ray, 
 Finding those elusive groundings 
 Of the rainbow of the day ; 
 Everywhere, o'er farm and orchard. 
 Spotting fields where thrives the root. 
 Pointing out the pots of gold dust 
 Buried at the rainbow's foot. 
 
 Let it shine out to the North Star, j 
 
 To that pivot of the night, | 
 
 To the Great Bear of the heavens | 
 
 Circling in the starry light ; | 
 
 Send to him a Bear Flag message, 1 
 
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 Let it shine in dazzling splendor, 
 Lighting memories of old, 
 Casting over all the glamour 
 Of that fevered rush for gold. 
 Let it shine out to Coloma, 
 On the statue that portrays 
 Marshall holding out that yellow 
 Spark that set the world ablaze. 
 
 Light that realistic statue 
 
 Of the rugged Pioneer 
 
 With the lights of old Coloma 
 
 When the gold rush days were here. 
 
 When its stream was combed for placers, 
 
 And its hills dug far and near, 
 
 And the murmur of its thousands 
 
 Drowned that of the river clear. 
 
 Make so real those days of action 
 That the statue stepping down 
 Strides again with wonted vigor 
 Up and down the noisy town, 
 Joining in the wild excitement 
 Of the banner days of gold, 
 When on graveled sandy stretches 
 Tides of fortune ebbed and flowed. 
 
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 Light again the camps and cabins 
 And the road worn stage coach slow 
 And express of pony riders 
 Of those days of long ago ; 
 From Missouri's western border 
 Westward on the danger trail, 
 From the Heart of California 
 Eastward flies the pony mail. 
 
 Crowd back through the years the border 
 Where the past and present meet 
 See again the wiry riders 
 And the pony steeds so fleet 
 On that trail of lurking dangers, 
 Lonely stretches, storms and snow. 
 With its fords of swollen rivers 
 And its skulking ambushed foe. 
 
 Royal steeds and royal riders 
 Of the mountains and the plains, 
 Of the sandy sage brush desert 
 And the lonely forest lanes ; 
 I Royal steeds and royal riders 
 
 I Faithful to the trust they hold 
 
 I Matching skill and speed and cunning 
 
 I With the thugs and red men bold. 
 
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 I Famous of the days of old 
 
 I Products of the Great West's wildness 
 
 And the sunset land of gold : 
 Changed are now the desert stretches 
 And the trails through drifted snow, 
 Past and gone the prairie's wildness 
 With its herds of buffalo. 
 
 Softened by the many summers, 
 Light Lake Donner's camp of death, 
 And the trains of tented wagons 
 Underneath the Desert's breath ; 
 In mirage let rivers beckon 
 Mocking thirst of man and beast ; 
 Dream again that hunger driving 
 Men to join the vulture's feast; 
 
 Conjure up again the wigwams 
 Of nomadic warlike bands ; 
 See again the herds of bison 
 Roaming all the prairie lands ; 
 Resurrect the virgin glories 
 Of the Wild West's broad expanse 
 With its Pioneers as famous 
 As the Knights of spear and lance. 
 
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 1 Lighting that which is to be, 
 
 i Through that wall that goes before us, 
 
 ' Through which we so dimly see. 
 
 ' On a city crowding outward. 
 
 ' O'er the river towards the sea, 
 
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 ( Walls of high, imposing buildings, 
 
 I Steel and stone artistic made. 
 
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 1 Build we castles in the air, 
 
 1 Forming on some dream the fiction 
 
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 j Though we chance to play the loser, 
 
 j When the lottery is drawn. 
 
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 I Seven leagued and never tiring, 
 
 I Magic draw from gas and steam. 
 
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 Let your light shine out to all 
 
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 And from lightnings of the storm cloud, 
 
 That in Franklin's bondage run, 
 
 And from light waves, spectrum shattered, 
 
 Telling of the farther sun. 
 
 From the click of Morse's magnets. 
 
 And from long waves lightning hurled 
 
 In the wireless of Marconi 
 
 Wading out across the world. 
 
 Pegasus, winged steed of Perseus, 
 Rising from Medusa's blood 
 In mythology foreshadowed 
 Flying planes, o'er field and flood. 
 Ships that steam the oceans' vastness 
 Still with Fulton's fires burn, 
 Submarines that hide beneath it 
 Harken back to dreams of Verne. 
 
 May not dreams be premonitions ? 
 Thunder heads before the storm? 
 Sometimes faint, uncertain lighting. 
 Heralding approaching morn? 
 Embryo and untried fledgelings 
 Often of some enterprise? 
 Echoes of our deeds and purpose ? 
 Straws that point the winds that rise? 
 
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 And our future's dream wake loudly, 
 With the traffic's rush and roar, 
 Of the many hundred thousand? 
 Shine my light on this, and more ! 
 On lawns fair with gay camellias, 
 Oak trees shady and perfume 
 Of magnolia and lilac. 
 Orange and syringa bloom. 
 
 On fair driveways far extended, 
 Summer avenues of shade, 
 River banked and blossom bordered, 
 Winding on through field and glade. 
 Shine out on the borders creeping 
 West and south on lowland plain, 
 Eastward, on the foothilled mountains, 
 North, to Yuba's fields of grain. 
 
 On a greater, grander city, 
 Than we even dare to dream. 
 On the ocean steamers plying 
 To our harbors on the stream. 
 In Ambitions crowning glories. 
 Higher soar than Fancy's flight, 
 Hail ! My Sacramento City ! 
 Hail ! My Sacramento Light ! 
 
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 Sacred to the Bear Flag Party 
 And to Mars, the God of War, 
 To all enemies of Freedom 
 Let it shine a blood-red Star; 
 Sacred to the God of Heaven, 
 In its efforts never cease 
 To dispel the war cloud's blackness 
 And enhance the Light of Peace, 
 
 Through the years, undimmed, unfailing, 
 
 Let it shine wher-e'er men throng, 
 
 Shining to all right a welcome. 
 
 And defiance to all wrong. 
 
 Let it shine from dome and dome cap, 
 
 Let it shine out near and far, 
 
 Through all night of doubt and darkness. 
 
 Gleaming out a guiding star. 
 
 Hail to Thee ! My Sacramento 
 Ruler of the Golden State ; 
 Hail to Thee ! My Sacred City ; 
 Blest by name and blest by Fate. 
 Hail to Thee ! Camellia City ; 
 Ruler of the Bear Flag State. 
 Thrive and grow as long as tides flow 
 In and out the Golden Gate. 
 
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