San Andreas independent., 1858-07-17
Written for the San Andreas Independent1
Kane and Bellot.

Kane is dead In the far Northand the dirge-
Like wall Of his brave eountrymen finds an
Echo. Far out upon the leaden Ocean
VI space, sunk to whisper. like the sigh
Of low and playful winds it floats far DER.
There, where the eternal hills uplift their
Rugged brows wind-seraped and bare there where
Silence frowns each truant sound to everlasting
Repose: where the unutterable awe
OF loneliness makes the soul shrink and tremble;
Where mystery's impenetrabe screen hangs
Like gloomy curtain DER the vast void
OF the mighty Unknown; where the wind-harps
OF the storm-king breathe their frozen lays, amid
The gloomy grandeur of unchangable
Desolation; where the Aurora Boreais
Filings its regal drapery upon the
Time wrnkled ice-bergs, and playfully drops
Its crimson sashes upon the heaving bosom
OF darkness, have his footprints been left.
When
From the Old World came the low means of helpless
Love, pleading for succor; down mad oceans
Convex breast, far in the haZe-curtained
West, from the New World came softly back the low
Eolian-toned echo of Hope;
And tearS-thoSe molten tears fused from the
Heart by the annihilating blasts of
Grief containing in their crystal depths, an
Agony an Eternity, and life grew
Warm and beautiful as the dew of morn,
Beneath the bright smiles of exultant hope.
Kane had heard it. In the mute depths of
His SOUL he had heard that low call from
Kindred spirit and forth, upon the silent
Tide Of the midnight -hour, appauding angels
Bore his answer back. Cold, damp and heavy
Stern resolve, upon his broad and pald
Brow; as he gazed long and anxiously
From his open window heavenward, as
His restless spirit puming its wings for
Flight flew downward through the starry bars of
Space, to the Kane-land of To-day.
Not in
The gilded halls of Sciences: Not in the
Fairy Castles of Art. Not in the stately
Towers of pride and wealth; but in the -shatterd
And rugged Ruins of danger and toll
Was his wreathe Of Glory SO nobly won.
Afar out upon the ice-sheeted bosom
OF the liquid world, his tiny bark and
Slender crew still pushed on. Death had no
Terrors for him. Upon the fields of floating
Ice in his fragile and broken bark or
On the soundess shore struggling through the storm
Swept SHOWS Of ages, he never fatered
And oft, while the rude elements laughed
To scorn the futile efforts of man, to
Wrest from them the secret of Heros
Fate and the deep founts of his tireless energy
Were almost exhausted, would that low moan
Well remembered and sweet-fall like Angel
Whispers the stirless air: unlocking
The secret fountains of hidden strength
And bear him lightly on.
OH not for the
Bubble-wreathe of Glory. Not for the glowing
Page of Fame Not for the lspng praise Of
An admiring world nor the empty joys
OF earthly honor; Not for all these did
He leave his joyous and happy home in
The fair land of Penn, and face the fierce buffet
OF the broad-winged Arctic-winds, or the
Deadly embrace of the Norths old grey-beard
King But for humanity When the feeble
Cry of periShing brother, came down
On the crested gales from Hyper's sleepy
Cline! he heard it, and braved all.
From the
Arms of love, the lap of ease, and the halls
Ofjoy made bright by the Siren voice of pleasure,
He tore himself away; and like
Warrior of old, invincible in
His wel-tried trippe-linked mail, he
Fearlessly plunged amid the wild and
Elementary strife. Keenly alive to
The suferings of Others, and ever
Forgetfu of his own; when his brave comrades
Sank exhausted around him like Autumn's
Withered leaves he drew from his own waning
Strength hopes holiest beam and with it cheered
Them
My native state thy brightest star
Has fallen, yet DER thy green breast aud around
The hearts of thy gallant sons, does its mild
Glory linger still.
And Bellot, the noble,
The gentle and the brave. twin-brother of our
Kane in deeds of daring and mercy. shall
We, forget to touch a chord for him or pluck
From fancys golden streams flower blest
By his memory
Even though bowng
Beneath the heavy pressure of wide
Spread grief, amid the teary shower from
Beauties eyes, the brightest gem that falls shall
Be for him. The poor EsquimauX's, won by
His gentle kindness mourn for him, and mid their
Troubled slumbers speak bis name.
Frenchmanl The dark-eyed daughters of sunny
France will long remember and steal forth in
The mellow twilight to breathe prayer
For him. England noble danes and Americas
LovelieSt maidens TO music's loftiest
Hottest strain, will atune his praise.
Noblest of Natures noble men, when the
Green earth has become hoary and tue wrinkled
Waters of the sail whtened Ocean
Shall peacefully roll far from their present
Bed; like the chaste beams of the twin-stars, will
The hallOwed halo of their life bought
Glory, smile through circling rounds of floating
Ages and be co-eternal with Time.
dUErHY's, July 9th, 1858. ARCHIE.