A Santa Barbara Day in Winter [pp. 172-175]

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So through the flickering sunset glow, along the cliff-bound shore,
We wind our homeward way back to the town once more.
On Mission arches gray the changeful light glows warm.
No stark and noisy chimneys lift a blackening storm;
No roar of traffic comes to greet the tortured ear,
As waving pine and palm and scent of flowers draw near.
They say this idle town knows not its hour,- its need
Of the nineteenth century's push and hot unrest and greed.
O idle town, still let the yellow gain slip by,
Still may thy golden rest, thy peace about us lie,That peace so hard to win, that peace how few that find.
Sweet riches of sweet health, dower of the tranquil mind!
Let kindly plenty reign, well earned and gently got,No curse of swift-formed wealth to breed its social rot.
0 rose-blown city, sleeping by the azure sea!
O quiet, quaint old town, that grows so dear to me!
To thee I sing, as song is given, my heartfelt lay,
This simple story of a Santa Barbara day.
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