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Excerpt from California Where Sets the Sun, 1876-1904, Vol. 1 of 2 Lay within her garment's folds had for their Ears soft tongues of speech. Sierra heights were Holy altars from which the mists of Morn Uprose like sacred incense. The running Streams babbled a prophecy of never Ending being as they ran on to see The Ocean's vastness, beyond which lay the Happy hunting-grounds, and the Good Spirit Smiled. The wigwam's curling smoke rose to the Blue, losing itself in sunshine. Peace was In all the shining air, and Nature these Her native sons fed lovingly. How fanned The giant oaks their bronzed foreheads, and dropped Them nuts to ease their hunger! How leapt the W'ld hare for their arrow's sport, and how stole The deer into green thickets when their bow Was strung, and the Sea laughed beneath their light Canoes as swam the fishes for their rude Wrought nets. Ah! Nature loved them, her simple Children, and California's heart was Warm with their caress; yet still she kept it Fancy free, and cast coy glances at the Coming years, as if her dusky eyes held Glance prophetic, and, vision-brightened, saw The glory of her womanhood. She let Them pass, those tawny chiefs who wooed her, and The later race of Andalusia's Sons, and kept her riches and her rarer Graces veiled till came the final Conquerors. Ah, then how gathered she her wines and poured Them for their tasting! The orange bloom she Twined in garlands for her forehead. The rich Poinsettia made a ruby for her finger. Her garments of wild grasses she threw ofl', Attired herself in robes of golden wheat, And decked herself with silken tassels of The growing corn. Vt'hite roses formed the Border of her mantle, and Cloth of Gold \vas round her garment's hem. Her diamonds She caught from playing fountains, and the light her eyes was like the sunlight falling Through swaying palms. And then her lover came. The one she was to wed, within his hand The glorious banner bearing of the Stripes and Stars. And she will be mother of Royal sons, and Queen of Freedom's golden West, And at her gates shall surging Empire rest. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.