"The Dying Californian" Second page of a poem written by John William Wolf on April 1, 1888.

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7. Tell her she must kiss my children, like the kiss I last impressed. Hold them as when last I held them folded closely to my breast.
8. Give them early to their maker, putting all her trust in God, and He never will forsake her for He said so in His Word.
9. O my children, heaven bless them, they were all my life to me. Would I could once more caress them before I sink beneath the sea.
10. Twas for them I crossed the ocean. What my hopes were I’d not tell. But they gained an orphan’s portion – yet He doeth all things well.
11. Listen brother closely listen, don’t forget a single word. That in death my eyes did glisten with the tears her memory stirred.
12. Tell them I never reached the heaven where I sought the precious dust. But have gained a port called heaven where the gold will never rust.
13. Tell my sisters I remember every kind and parting word, and my heart has been kept tender by the thoughts its memory stirred.

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