UC-NRLF 
 
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 3523 
 O46 
 Z669 
 1918z 
 BANG 
 
 
 111 lib 
 
 U.C.BERKELEY LIBRARIES 
 
Ilollingcr Corp. 
 pll 8.5 
 
in Jark 
 
 4H ay &. 
 
University of California Berkeley 
 
 THE PETER AND ROSELL HARVEY 
 
 MEMORIAL FUND 
 
Citwa to Jark IConbnn 
 
 How sad the Valley of the Moon must seem, 
 
 Since the glow of your genius is fled ! 
 I look to where its hilltops amesthyne 
 
 Smile down upon the Valley you are dead ! 
 Broken, alas ! our minstrel lyre's deep pow'r 
 
 And lost that living gold, that vibrant wire. 
 Men call'd your genius thrilled along the chord 
 
 In deep, warm tones of inspirative fire, 
 And claim 'd its harmony for Life's brave song. 
 
 It seems as if some rare, exquisite dream 
 Were banish 'd by gray Dawn's opening door. 
 
 Must we look on the world, now that you seem 
 Forever lost the silence where you sang? 
 
 It seems so strange, God's sunlight on the hills, 
 And in your vale the shadow of a cloud. 
 
 Once but a vale, a-song with laughing rills, 
 And the low blue hills lay between us ; now 
 
 To reach you I must span Eternity. 
 
 Oh, singer of my loved valley, 
 
 Bold sailor of the gray-green sea, 
 
 I think my soul hears you singing through 
 The star-depth of God's mystery. 
 
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 Sonoma, Spanish rose of history, 
 
 In changing beauty stretching to the sea : 
 
 Within thy vale, whose guarding foothills seem 
 To hide the splendor of some vanished dream, 
 
 Lingers a spell that haunts the heart of me. 
 
 Deep shadows falter in that heart of thine, 
 
 And all thy golden valley seems a shrine 
 
 To him we lost : beside our London's tomb, 
 Thy flowers spread the glory of their bloom; 
 
 Here sunlight chalices its amber wine; 
 
 And all fair things, obedient to thee, 
 Now honor him forever lost to thee, 
 
 But by love's recompense still seeming thine; 
 
 The robe he wore this Hour E'er the Divine 
 Is clasp 'd in thy bronze heart's deep memory. 
 
 Thy gentle winters veil his tomb with mist: 
 
 An ocean's gift (as friend with friend keeps tryst) 
 
 Thy clouds draw near, a vestal argosy, 
 
 To do him honor through the azure day, 
 Floating in beauty past the heights sunkist, 
 
 And when the west is red with sunset flame, 
 Their rose and purple bring his dearest fame. 
 Bronze hills are his eternal monument, 
 Unveiled where the morning-mists are rent 
 By swords of gold, their glory speaks his name. 
 
 He sang thy earth wih genius-magic's breath, 
 So now thou liftest him near heav'n, in death 
 
 And ev'ry eye beholds thy love of him. 
 
 Oh, heart of Faith, we kneel, with eyes tear-dim 
 With sorrow, at thy shrine to mourn his death 
 
 Find benediction in a vale which gives 
 
 Eternal honor to a life that lives 
 
 Forever near the heart-strings of the strong 
 Through his Life's courage, and his brave Life-song. 
 
 So have we Faith, knowing his soul still lives. 
 
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