Lincoln High School - El Eco Yearbook (Lincoln, CA)

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Sixteen :::::::::: E L E C 0 :::::::::::: To the California Poppu Thou grow-'st upon hier lovely breast Of sunny land, the golden west, Where sinks the sun at eve to rest. How sweet thou art, my :flow'r That blowest in the mid of March Beneath the blith-e-some April's arch, And through the summer hoi And if the birds may sing their lay, And Earth shall be in tune at May, I through the verdant woodlands stray, And then-at once beside The hills and roads and 'neath the trees I see thee smiling in the breeze, Thy golden dimpling tide! O beautiful! Thy blooms unfold Thy perfumed clouds of liquid gold Among the wolds and valleys old. More dear thou art to me Than all the proudest blooms may be! Thy golden smile recalls to me The song of bird and tree. Thy pure gold is our State's own hue, And we defend her gold and blue With hearts e'er grateful, tender, tru-ew And we shall love thee best 5 O long may wave thy beauty bright With blowing lupine's deep blue light Upon her lovely breast! Kenichiro Yasuda 36 :mmumumuuuuuumuuuumnunuu q I- nuumunnuumnnvuunnmmmnuumu um nunnmuuu u ununmnnm I mmm iunumuuuumuwmmuum