CALIFORNIA.
Cheer for the queen of the western wave!—
California!
Where the sunbeams walk on a golden pave,
And the moonlight hides in a silver cave—
California!
Where the day that comes to this land of ours
Finds the brightest gems and the rarest flowers;
Where the lingering day, when it must depart,
Leaves the last red pulse of a broken heart—
California!
Cheer for the Italy of the West!
California!
With a wide, warm heart in a jeweled vest,
And a regal brow by a rose crown pressed—
California!
From the burning gold of her shining sand
Is the scepter forged for the nation's hand,
California!
With a wide, warm heart in a jeweled vest,
And a regal brow by a rose crown pressed—
California!
From the burning gold of her shining sand
Is the scepter forged for the nation's hand,
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