Accounts of Point Loma
George Cardinal LeGros wrote a poem about Point Loma:
A Point Loma Memory
They tell me that Point Loma is no more,
That all my friends have vanished from the Hill;
But, thinking of its pathways and the shore,
I close my eyes and see Point Loma still.
I hear the winds that cry along the sea,
I know again the skies of morning blue,
The meadows and the blossoms blowing free,
The words we said, the things we used to do.
They tell me all is gone, and yet somehow
The Glory that was Yesterday is there
Triumphant in a bright Eternal Now
That sparkles on the joy-enchanted air
As, one by one, we all go Home to rest
At old Point Loma in the Golden West.
- "Theosophical Articles and Verse - George Cardinal LeGros," on Scribd.com.