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...EVERYBODY KNOWS by DAVID IGNATOW ARCTURUS IN AUTUMN by SARA TEASDALE THE PAINS OF SLEEP by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 3 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL EPISTLES ON THE CHARACTER AND CONDITION OF WOMEN: 3 by LUCY AIKEN ONCE WITH DEATH NEAR by REBA MAXWELL AVERY |