San Andreas independent., 1858-07-10

poetic genius says Burns, that can give our woes
cares, Joys and loves embodied form in verse which
TO the sorowing is true of happiness" The
following exquisite poetry was written in the shape
correspondence and has been furnished us for pubca
ton by friend 1t is true picture of those bitter mo.
ments, experienced by many, who have alike been de-
ceived and ruined in their cruel separation from home
and its pleasures What world of melody, beauty,
meekness and TRUTH by the dark postern of time long
elapsed is exhibited in these beautiful verses:
OUR CALIFORNIA BOYS.-BY CLARA WALTERS
How sadly and tenderly bade we adieu,
To those whose affection had ever proved true;
Tears blinded our eyes, as we whispered farewell,
And hearts breathed blessing lips could not
tell.
Bright dreams of the future filled each manly heart
Ambition had beekoned, and they must depart;
Yet loves tender current moved deeply we know,
As fond voices whispered" Oh, why will you go ?"
But bravehearted and hopeful they bid us good bye
Yetstrong voices trembed and tears dmmd each eye.
They went to the land where wealth yet untold
They deserted the hearthstone, to seek after gold.
Many months have rolled round since we gazed on
each face;
Their voices hushed and still vacant their place,
We hardly dare wish them to come to us now,
For SOME shrnes removed where affection would
bow
To that home far away where love never can die
To that bright happy home, yond the deep azure sky
Some spirits they loved, forever have fed
While the caskets which held them lie low with the
dead.
Yet come to US, Brother; return each fond friend
In the home of thy youth let thy wandrngs have end
We have watched for thee long, have waited in vain
We still bid thee welcome, come home again.
Rose COTTAGE, (Lewisburg, Pa.,) May, 1856.
THE ANSWER.
We will come to thee, Clara when Autumn is near,
Ere the flowers have fed the green leaves sere,
And the welcome thou in years that have own
We will return thee, in songs, sweet as thine
Those bright dreams of the future-oh yes they were
ours
And away from chldhood's bright bowers;
But the homes we have left, are dear to US yet,
And to them We oft turn with sigh of regret.
Oh thou knowst not the that slept in each breast
AS we bade thee farewell for home in the west
That manhood compelld us to smile at thy fears,
While hearts all bleeding and flooded with tears
There the laughter of children floats up from each glen
Here, the night-wnds rd with the signing of
And we find as we wake the sweet mem'ries of old,
What we lost in exchanging affection for gold.
Here the skies unchangng eer cloudless and bright
There the soft eyes of beauty beam forth the nght
While in sumbers sigh for thy hills and glad streams
And the lov'd ones-the dear ones-that sport in
dreams
Here the Spring and the Summer pass quickly away,
While the Autumn not with its garbage gay,
And the eye grows weary as it rests each scene,
OF mountains overlapping and trees green
We have blessd thee sweet songstress We thank thee
again,
For deep within our bosoms still echoes thy strain,
And it cheers us in sadness wherever we roam,
To know that there is one, who would wish home
Oh oft we gaze upon the pale vesper star,
Do we think of our homes in the Orient afar,
And sadness soft as is night on the sea,
Steals DER each fond heart and its dreamngs for thee
As the seagulls love flight DER the billowy track,
Obi mayst thou welcome the wanderers back,
For aweary of toll, are lonely, and long
To share thy sweet censure and list to thy song.
Again will ride the storm-t troubled deep;
Once more amid the friends of our youth will sleep;
And our hardships and sorrows afar DER the foam,
Will all be forgotten in the pleasures of home.