Southern California; . ts loud, sweet flute call,and the irrigating ditch ripples along, reflecting now thegreen of the meadow and again the blue of heaven. Itis a land wherein the poet may dream dreams and thepainter see visions. It is a land which ought in thecourse of time produce a race of poets and painters — asecond Greece ! Here stretches the new vale of rise the heights of a second Parnassus and Olym-pus. In such mountain fastnesses, impenetrable andremote, where clouds rolled amid the mighty pine forestsor rested upon austere and barren summits of rock andsnow, dwelt the g
Southern California; . ts loud, sweet flute call,and the irrigating ditch ripples along, reflecting now thegreen of the meadow and again the blue of heaven. Itis a land wherein the poet may dream dreams and thepainter see visions. It is a land which ought in thecourse of time produce a race of poets and painters — asecond Greece ! Here stretches the new vale of rise the heights of a second Parnassus and Olym-pus. In such mountain fastnesses, impenetrable andremote, where clouds rolled amid the mighty pine forestsor rested upon austere and barren summits of rock andsnow, dwelt the gods of Greece, and may not we, eventhough born in a more credulous time, find here theinspiration for a literature and an art which shall rivalthat of old ? As we leave the cultivated portions of the valley andapproach the San Bernardino Mountains, new forms ofbeauty are in waiting. In thespringtime the sandy wastes areconverted into a boundless flowergarden — a cloth of gold wovenwith a pattern of white, green. 23. N^^
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