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...MY PRETTY ROSE TREE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE ALASKA by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER A CHRISTMAS FOLK-SONG by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE JOHN BROWN OF OSAWATOMIE [OCTOBER 16, 1859] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN LAUS DEO! by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER LAODAMIA by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE STORK by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM AT PARTING by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE CROSS; TO THE MOTHERS OF THE MARTYRED DEAD UPON FIELD OF BATTLE by JOSEPHINE TURCK BAKER |