THE GOLDEN GATE, IN AND OUT OF WHICH PASSES DAILY MANY A WEALTHY ARGOSY

“On, on, o’er the summit; and onward again,

And down like the sea-dove the billow enshrouds,

And down like the swallow that dips to the sea,

We dart and we dash and we quiver and we

Are blowing to heaven white billows of clouds.

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“The Humboldt desert and the alkaline land,

And the seas of sage and of arid sand

That stretch away till the strain’d eye carries