Wm. T. Bumstead
Dream of California
O South-land, O dream-land, with cycles of green;
O moonlight enchanted by mocking-bird's song;
Cool sea winds, fair mountins, the fruit-lands between;
The pepper trees' shade, and the sunny days long.
Hesperia, Orient, strangely are blended
Far sea-voices echo the Mission Bells' chimes.
Fond hopes are renewed and long heart-aches are ended,
Where rose-arbors shelter sweet friends of old times.
O land of my love, in thy heart may I rest;
My hopes are thy bounties, my dreams are of thee;
Thy medleys of fragrance are borne from the west;
In spirit I follow the sun to the sea.
--p. 789