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To the sea that bounds this shore
In a summer symphony—
Topaz wave and amber sand—
To this sapphire sea and sky,
To the mountains towering o'er
Vales where shimmering harvests lie;
To this joyous land and free,
To my flowers, and to my heart,
Sing a jocund jubilee—
June is sweet, and life is short.
San Francisco, Cal., 1896.
PASSING BY HELICON.
My steps are turned away,
Yet my eyes linger still,
On their beloved hill,
In one long, last survey:
Gazing through tears that multiply the view,
Their passionate adieu.
O joy-empurpled height,
Down whose enchanted sides
The rosy mist now glides,
How can I lose thy sight?
How can my eyes turn where my feet must go,
Trailing their way in woe?
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