CALIFORNIA
A land with peace and plenty crowned,
Where luxury and wealth abound;
A land where Freedom's goddess reigns
Unfettered by Oppression's chains.
A land where every clime is found,
Where different races till the ground.
Here tropic fruits and flowers grow
And Summer's softest breezes blow.
Here too, tall mountain-columns glow
In regions of perpetual snow;
While various climates lie between
Hills clad in robes of living green,
And vales with golden harvests blest,
By sunbeams and soft winds caressed.
The great Pacific's broad expanse
Spreads out before the traveler's glance,
And in her ceaseless song, he hears
The memories of forgotten years;
Ere man beheld her peaceful shore
Or listened to the breaker's roar.
Yosemite lifts her domes and spires
And tunes to Heaven her native lyres,
Her cataracts in torrents fall,
Her mountains form a mighty wall;
And all their princely peaks combine
To guard proud Grandeur's loftiest shrine.
The mammoth trees, like giants stand,
Stationed to guard their native land.
Kings of the forest's leafy throne
By countless angry tempests blown;
Resisting ruin and decay,
They live, while nations pass away.
The tall Sierras, towering high,
Print the pale arches of the sky;
Where luxury and wealth abound;
A land where Freedom's goddess reigns
Unfettered by Oppression's chains.
A land where every clime is found,
Where different races till the ground.
Here tropic fruits and flowers grow
And Summer's softest breezes blow.
Here too, tall mountain-columns glow
In regions of perpetual snow;
While various climates lie between
Hills clad in robes of living green,
And vales with golden harvests blest,
By sunbeams and soft winds caressed.
The great Pacific's broad expanse
Spreads out before the traveler's glance,
And in her ceaseless song, he hears
The memories of forgotten years;
Ere man beheld her peaceful shore
Or listened to the breaker's roar.
Yosemite lifts her domes and spires
And tunes to Heaven her native lyres,
Her cataracts in torrents fall,
Her mountains form a mighty wall;
And all their princely peaks combine
To guard proud Grandeur's loftiest shrine.
The mammoth trees, like giants stand,
Stationed to guard their native land.
Kings of the forest's leafy throne
By countless angry tempests blown;
Resisting ruin and decay,
They live, while nations pass away.
The tall Sierras, towering high,
Print the pale arches of the sky;
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