The Nevada Democrat., 1857-04-01

A traveller from far-od land,
In search Of gain to the goidsn strand
Of Gala came, where the famous panas
OF miners siit the golden sands
Digging and delTing under the mould,
Peering deep for the yellow gold
Many yere there with feverish dreams
on dragging up from the countless streams
The lnstrous spirit--which ever seems
Like false gods smile-with It's subtle beams,
Deep in the gulches and under the mould,
Luring the searchcr after the gold.
On mountains brow in the waning light
The traveller paused with well pleased sight,
Prospecting the ground before the night
Should settle down with its shrouding might,
And fall like veil, 'twixt the miners toll
And the face Of his idol among the soil.
And the web Of the seeper's dream strowed
with golden flowers in a golden road
With golden scytne he cut the gowd;
And bathed where the pure Pactolian flowed
And then he washed from the yellow tide
Gold enough to send for bis bride
But here a voice at his cabin door,
Drifted the happy dream 10 the shore;
And to real life he woke once more,
And sighed az he murmured DER and DER,
Deep in the gulches, and under tho mould,
must delve and search for the flashing gold
The traveller rose at the dawn ofday
And swept the bright curls from his brow away,
For he, too, as on the rock he lay
Had vision of woman's enhancing sway;
But he woke TO pursue, wiful and strong,
The mania fierce Of the miner throng.
Not in the surface claims he piled,
But sharply he drilled In the mountains side
And the sparkling quartz with Its shining pride,
Told tale Of the boundless wealth inside
And delying and drilling with pick and bore,
He tunneled path to the brighteyed ore.
Thus dirnly he wrestied along the track,
And never his soul did fear or slack,
For home thoughts and love dreams came bacl
Inf Ia mir uraa nm rack
To clutch and sever and mass the gold,
Bedded 80 pure in its crystal fold
Among the workers a whisper ran
That fearfully pointed at the man,
For he grew TO ignore the human clan,
And the human on him had fixed ban,
For strangely when lowered the thick-wnged night,
He wandered alone to the quartz claim height
There, underneath the pregnant hill,
Where the virgin gold was forming STILL
With his peerless treasure he tarried at will,
And the clang OF labor rang terse and shrill
As delying and drilling with pick and bore,
He tunneed path to the brighteyed ore
But the word went FORTH that unhallowed rays
Lighting the cavern, met his gaze,
OF thrilling whisperings thro the maze,
And Pickering CLEANS In the labrynth ways,
And spiritmaid, with sunlight hair,
That beckoned him on to golden lair;
And he, worshiping, listened the magic words,
For she promised him gold In uncounted hordes,
And he loved the maid and he worshipcd the gold
And he followed her steps with step as bold,
Til he felt the heart Of the mountain beat,
And he where the veins and arteries meet
And he knew he had wounded living thing,
And he sought to flee from the mortal sting,
Which the yengcful spirit hurled at his soul
But never moro TO the human goal
Night he backward tuinl While ages roll,
Sweet memories bells will echoless toll
Meath the heart of the mountain,
Where many fountain
And slyery river dashing unseen,
There, where the waters rushing and flushing,
The god-seeker sleeps In Lethean dream
Unwaked by the glories that over him CLEAN;
And the golden veins forever gushing,
Hidden deep In the precious sands,
That never are reached by the miners hands;
But many thought
On his brow Is wrought,
As digging and delying under the mould
lie peers so deep for the yellow gold.