• The grecian MUSE, to earth who bore
      Her goblet filled with wine of gold,
    Dispersed the frown that Ages wore
      Upon their foreheads grim and cold,
      What time the lyric thunders rolled.

    O’er this new Eden of the West
      The mightier Muse enkindles now:
    Her joy-lyre fashions in my breast,
      And wreathes the song-crown for my brow...

  •   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...