Radiant is her wreathed brow, And smiles light her fair face; She is living her new life now, Unveiled in all her grace. To the land and the broad, bright sea Her hand’s outstretched to all, “Hither, joyfully come to me” Is heard her cordial call. “Come to me, where the sunlight clear, O’er land exuberant, Doubles summer in each year— And plenty laughs at want. “Come where wealth in abounding store Is spread for earnest hands, Where the grain and vine grow o’er A soil of golden sands. “Come and dwell in the region fair That kept me safe for you; Grateful will I repay all care, While you my domain view. “ Bring to me all that culture yields, And charms of olden days, Bless and gladden my hills and fields, And gain what each repays.” Thus, in beauty and splendor crown’d Queen of the golden west, She is throned where her realms lie round Like regions of the blest. And He who formed her rich and fair— Who bade her new life wake, Has given her to a people’s care, Her honor, theirs to make. Gather, then, where her charms disclosed Are showing through her clime, That the weird by true men closed, Was closed in God’s own time. J. F. H. SAN FRANCISCO, June 24, 1870. — The above lines were written by a passenger on this train, expressly for the TRANS-CONTINENTAL. ~