When first I saw Laguna Beach--
In eighteen
seventy-eight--
She was as God had made
her,
In her fair and primal
state,
A thing of mystic beauty,
Bride of the sapphire sea
Clasping fair hands across the
sands
In wedded loyalty.
Laguna Beach they called
her
In singleness of heart,
ÒWhat God hath joined
together
Let no man tear apart.Ó