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214 Poems from California ’Tis sweet when men of sterling worth Are summoned to their final doom, That those who wrought with them on earth Should bear their bodies to the tomb, And there deplore the loss of those Who led the vanguard of the fight, And overthrew the banded foe, Of virtue, freedom, truth and right. TO A—. SKETCHING FROM NATURE² YES, priestess at the shrine of Art, Continue still to sketch from Nature; And let her charms inspire thy heart To be her humble imitator. Her flocks and herds, her plains and hills, Her bright cascades, her sunny fountains, Her babbling brooks, her gentle rills, Her dark ravines, her towering mountains, Her cataracts, her placid lakes, The gentle stream, the boundless ocean, Which on the shore in thunder breaks, When tempests set the waves in motion; The clouds which deck the sunset sky, With varying hues arrayed before you, Whose brilliant tins attract the eye, And dazzle with their blaze of glory,— Require a hand well trained by Art, To trace their grandeur, grace and beauty, May it be thine to fill the part, And thus perform a pleasing duty. 2. From the Pacific Appeal, 23 May 1863, 4. ...

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