I've seen the world, I've traveled far To lands beyond the sea, But there is one rare beauty spot At home that calls to me; 'Tis California, wonderland Of mountains, sky, and sea— Fair land of sunshine and of flowers, My heart responds to thee. When winter comes with chilling blast Around my New York home, The wanderlust within my blood Doth urge me forth to roam To some fair land of sun and flowers— Thy call then comes to me O'er mountain, plain, and desert waste, That I return to thee. There is no fairer land I know Where I would rather be; I speed along thy mountain roads That wind along the sea, And passing on through fruits and flowers Thy desert comes to me, While evermore a magnet draws— 'Tis thy Yosemite. Fair California, wonderland, Thou art in memory Forevermore, and evermore, Land beautiful to me! Thou fairest of the loveliest, Thou siren by the sea Forevermore, and evermore, My heart doth yield to thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AN INVOCATION; SONG, FR. REMORSE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 4. THE MARKET-GIRL by THOMAS HARDY THE CASTLE OF CHILLON by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON THE HIGH-PRIEST TO ALEXANDER by ALFRED TENNYSON THE IDEAL GENERAL by ARCHILOCHUS THE CARPENTER'S STORY by ARCHIE BINNS FIRST MUSICIAN'S SONG, FR. LAODICE AND DANAE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |