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_IN THE MISSION GARDEN, SAN GABRIEL_ O golden day, wherein at last, Long leagues and wintry overpast, I stand beneath a sky as blue As April violets drenched in dew, And live within a dream come true! FOR LIVERPOXTT ORG BY SILVESTER LAND O GOLDEN DAY WHEREIN I LAST LONG LEAGUES AND WINTRY OVERPAST I STAND BENEATH A SKY AS BLUE AS APRIL VIOLETS DRENCHED IN DEW AND LIVE WITHIN THE DREAM COME TRUE
 the shore, In turmoil titanic and toil without end. O, woe to the ship that the pitiless clutch Of those crushing ice-demons drags down to her doom! The path to the pole is o’er-scattered with such, And deep sleep the heroes the tempests entomb. Beneath the wan moon of the long arctic night The frost-smitten sea stretches boundless and lone; The Shores of the Dead Men loom spectral and white, In Helheim, the death-goddess waits for her own. But ho, to her hatred! the soul of the brave He bears not who dares not her fury defy! And ho, to her giants of wind and of wave! We crave but to meet and defeat them, or die! Farewell, and farewell!—the anchor rope strains, Loose cable and canvas, and hasten we forth! The fire of desire quivers hot in our veins, We must sail with the gale, to the north! to the north! Must speed with the blast to its ultimate goal, The path of its pinions must follow and find The lure of the ages, the boreal pole, And the measureless halls of the house of the wind!  IN THE MISSION GARDEN SAINT GABRIEL BY EVERLEEN STEYNE READ
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