W.L. JUDSON,
in The Building of a Picture.
CALIFORNIA ON THE PASSING OF TENNYSON.
All silent … So, he lies in state …
Our redwoods drip and drip with rain …
Against our rock-locked Golden Gate
We hear the great, sad, sobbing main.
But silent all … He passed the stars
That year the whole world turned to Mars.
JOAQUIN MILLER.