UTUMNAL skies were fair, and blue,
And soft and mild the morning breeze;
With sails unfurled—a joyous crew—
We sought Pacific's tranquil seas,
And entered there, a gate that stands,
Unbarred to ships of many lands.
And as we passed its portal grand,
Our hearts were glad, our spirits light,
And we rejoiced, and eager scanned
The scenes that came before our sight.
Near Alcatraz, an island bold,
We paused to hear this... more...