Letters from the Far East . , beingmet by our friends Mr. and Mrs. George, who enter-tained us royally, and took us in their auto to theprincipal places of interest, the city of Honolulu, thePali, and beautiful Waikiki Beach. The-day passed alltoo quickly, and we were again on board ship, andbound for San Francisco. On the evening of October 9 we saw the lights ofthe city sparkling like stars; we came to the GoldenGate, while the search-lights were continually beingthrown across the waters. It was a beautiful sight,which we shall long remember. It was too late to pass inspection that night, so
Letters from the Far East . , beingmet by our friends Mr. and Mrs. George, who enter-tained us royally, and took us in their auto to theprincipal places of interest, the city of Honolulu, thePali, and beautiful Waikiki Beach. The-day passed alltoo quickly, and we were again on board ship, andbound for San Francisco. On the evening of October 9 we saw the lights ofthe city sparkling like stars; we came to the GoldenGate, while the search-lights were continually beingthrown across the waters. It was a beautiful sight,which we shall long remember. It was too late to pass inspection that night, so weanchored until morning. But there was little sleep forany one; and by three oclock in the morning peoplewere astir. Our journey by water was over, and weonce more found ourselves in the homeland. While in China, we saw some verses written byHenry Van Dyke, and set to music by some one inJapan. They were called Home Thoughts fromEurope. We substituted some verses of our owncomposing, using the same chorus, and called them. Hangchow Pagoda and River LETTERS FROM THE FAR EAST 75 Home Thoughts from the East. We give themhere in closing these letters: It is fine to cross the ocean to countries far away,From Honolulu Island, to Yokohama Bay,To see Mount Fujiyama, with its peak of glistning snow,And Japans wealth of flowers in the valley far below. (Cho.) But its home again, and home again; America for me;My heart is turning home again to Gods country;To the land of youth and freedom, beyond the ocean bars,Where the air is full of sunshine, and the flag is full of stars. We count ourselves most happy to visit ancient shrines;To behold the cherry-blossoms and the fair wisteria vines;To see colossal Buddha and mount some temple see paintings, silks, and ivories, and costly cloisonne. (Cho.) We are charmed with ancient China and its mountains, high and grand,Which remind us of the mountains in our own dear native land;With its miles of open country, its pagodas towering high.
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