BY THE BALBOA SEAS.
Joaquin Miller
he golden fleece is at our feet, - Our hills are girt in sheen of gold;
- Our golden flower-fields are sweet
- With honey hives. A thousand-fold
- More fair our fruits on laden stem
- Than Jordan tow'rd Jerusalem.
- Behold this mighty sea of seas!
- The ages pass in silence by.
- Gold apples of Hesperides
- Hang at our God-land gates for aye.
- Our golden shores have golden keys
- Where sound and sing the Balboa seas.