Plenty and joy unceasingly!
Thy radiant sun, thy peaceful skies,
Yes! there extended o’er the plain,
From hill to hill, I see arise
The far-famed city! Noble towers,
Midst groves of ever-blooming flowers;
Kissing her walls are crystal streams,
Her valley lofty heights surround,
And the snow-topp’d Sierra gleams,
Crowning the far horizon’s bound.