“The Alvarado” on the Santa Fe.
Thither my soul shall fly where’er I be,
And bring that joy of morning back to me.
THE LILACS OF SHAWMONT.
In our home in the West, on the edge of the mesa,
When our day’s work is done, and the voices are still,
Comes faintly the scent of the lilacs of Shawmont
We knew in our youth, at the house on the hill.