A California Christmas

BEHOLD where Beauty walks with Peace! Behold where Plenty pours her horn Of fruits, of flowers, fat increase, As generous as light of morn. Green Shasta, San Diego, seas Of bloom and green between them rolled. Great herds in grasses to their knees, And green earth garmented in gold. White peaks that prop the sapphire blue Look down on Edens, such as when That fair, first spot perfection knew And God walked perfect earth with men. I say God’s kingdom is at hand Right here, if we but lift our eyes; I say there lies no line or land Between this land and Paradise.

Collection:

English

Joaquin Miller

Sub Title:

Poems of Sentiment: II. Life

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