First from old Spain you came, brave Portuguese, Cabrillo! And the ship @3San Salvador@1 Made port where never such craft sailed before Here at Point Loma. Up from far southern seas You came with white wings blowing, just as these Our timid wings blow big here near this shore Today. You came, you went. Now evermore Your name, Cabrillo, rides our western breeze. Proud navigator of the olden ways, Bold son of seamen of that Portugal Whose sailors knew all lands in golden days When every land was distant! Here you shall Stand forth in sunshine of this farthest West While skies burn blue, while lifts high Loma's crest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PERIMEDES, THE BLACKSMITH: PHILLIS AND CORIDON by ROBERT GREENE JINNY THE JUST by MATTHEW PRIOR THE KANSAS EMIGRANTS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER PSALM 20. EXAUDIAT TE DEUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE FIAMMETT: SONNET. OF FIAMMETTA SINGING by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO |