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California.

And the sword that cancels a traitor's guilt
Hath her diamond stars in its flashing hilt—
        California!

Cheer for the coast where the billows sing!
        California!
The proudest plume of an eagle wing;
The brightest ray of a starry ring—
        California!
Pouring the wealth of her yellow veins,
And her ruby gems, on the battle plains—
True, to the core of her deep, warm breast
All hail! thou beautiful queen of the West—
        California!


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