Fit emblem thou of our loved State,
With satin gown of golden sheen,
Thy glorious face reflects the sun,
Thou art of all our flowers the queen.
Majestic standest thou, erect,
Defying sun, defying heat,
But when the shadows on thee fall
Thy petals close, thou canst not meet
The gloom that now around thee lies;
For thou wert born for sunshine bright.
Thou sleepest when the shadows come,
And waken only to the light.
O golden flower, of golden State!
Thy mother now is proud of thee--
Hast placed thee on her banner bright,
Thou wilt her future emblem be.