BANCROFT 
 LIBRARY 
 
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 THE LIBRARY 
 
 OF 
 
 THE UNIVERSITY 
 OF CALIFORNIA 
 
CHANT- ROYAL OF CALIFORNIA 
 
aiAHT-RYAL 
 
 OF CALirRNIA 
 
 BY-GELETT-BURGESS 
 
 PUBLISHE-O-BY'TMEr- 
 
 CIIANNING-AUXIUARY 
 5AN-PRAMCI&CO. 
 CALIFORNIA 
 
USED BY PERMISSION 
 OF THE AUTHOR 
 
 COPYRIGHT 1899 
 THE CHANNING AUXILIARY 
 
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 CHANT- ROYAL OF CALIFORNIA 
 
 *NWARD the Nation marches, and in sight 
 
 Of this far Western sea, whose ripples glow 
 Wide towards the sunset, with its staff does smite 
 
 The rock of Hope, that golden streams may flow, 
 is our Promised Land, beyond compare 
 
 bThe most prolific Eden, rich and fair. 
 Here may we lay our hearth-stones, and in glee 
 Of new possession and with song, may we 
 
 Set out the grape and fig, and seed-corn strew. 
 Ah, gallant husbandmen, what soil have ye! 
 
 This vintage shall the old world's youth renew! 
 
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as her hills shall be her honour's height, 
 Deep as her gorges loyalty shall go, 
 Broad as her plains or as her eagle's flight 
 
 Shall be the freedom she shall then bestow. 
 is is our field j so gird us, and be yare 
 conquer and to hold, to brave and dare 
 e perils of her wealth nor bow the knee 
 To the dead laws, nor from live truths to flee! 
 
 Thus, only, must we fare the long years through, 
 If the land fatten and be this our plea: 
 
 This vintage shall the old world's youth renew! 
 
JRING no old myths to exercise their might 
 
 O'er her grey mountains' grim defending row; 
 Let the past heroes linger in the night, 
 
 Nor haunt her meadows where wild flowers blow! 
 False gods are all behind, ah, leave them there - 
 Let the new race dare breathe her fresher air! 
 Tribe after tribe has lived and left her free; 
 Aztec and Indian hailed Yosemite, 
 
 Shasta and Tamalpais the Spaniard, too, 
 Passed with the Russ ; but 't is her fate's decree 
 This vintage shall the old world's youth renew! 
 
may we garner nothing but the Right - 
 The seeds of Error may we never sow! 
 The soil is virgin and the sunshine bright, 
 
 The glad warm rains shall teach the bud to grow. 
 Strike deep the furrow straight with forthright care 
 y ^ And gather all the lavish Seasons bear, 
 \~-J Then shall a nation rise, of such degree 
 As never Argonaut dared hope to see! 
 
 A thousand harvests shall not half subdue 
 The power of this land's abundant fee; 
 
 This vintage shall the old world's youth renew! 
 
'H, maiden West! What need to reindite 
 
 Her beauties and her blessings all men know! 
 The day rings with her laughter of delight, 
 
 AH of earth's good she has, without the woe. 
 The joy of youth is hers a future rare 
 Is hers to win, to foster and to share; 
 Strong, reckless, frank and generous is she, 
 Holding with thoughtless hand her fortune's key; 
 
 Yet underneath her sun and heavens blue 
 The vine shall yield, and it shall come to be 
 
 This vintage shall the old world's youth renew! 
 
ENVOY 
 
 PIONEER, what task is set for thee! 
 
 Not thine to taste the fruit, but plant the tree; 
 
 The years of strife are thine; if thou art true, 
 Thy son's sons shall enjoy the jubilee. 
 
 This vintage shall the old world's youth renew. 
 
 Gelett 'Bargess.