Daily national Democrat., 1860-09-15

POEM BY EDWIN R. CAMpBELL-The fol-
lowing is the concluding portion of the poem
delivered by Edwin R. Campbell. ESQ be-
fore the Society of California Pioneers at
their recent celebration in San Francisco. Il
was greeted with warm and hearty plapdits
Fer foremost Of oceans stored brave.
Stand the Pioneer Mariners of PacIGc's wave
In yonder bay, which long has borne a name
Ureat IN tne Worlds chrouicles-hIgh on the
scroll Of Fame.
Pride Of mighty Court-the bold and f,orloss
Drake
Was first with Albion 5 kccls S water smooth to
break,
And from the gaileons, triumphant on The Main,
Ahere came hcet that bore the pennon proud Of
Spain;
When Old Cabrillo grand-himselra mighty host,
Exploring these far of shores, died nobly at his
post
With barques long since shattered, sails forever
iurled,
These names their countries caim-their death.
less fame the world.
From Atlantics sea-board to the farthost West
The untiring march Of Progress-eyer onward
prest
With dangers long familar-a stranger still to
fear,
Foremost il her vanguard we see the Pioneer
Who brayed the scathng storm, and lighming's
vivid glare,
The madIy rushing torrent, and gaunt wolf in his
lair.
And as with steadfast blows he felled each giant
tree,
He knew that he was founding home for Liberty
In all his weary wanderings, Woman fond was
His abors e'er to tighten, each danger stll to
share,
In the forestcovered valley, and widest noun
tain glen,
A minist'ring angel she to the ruder sons of men
To cheer each dark ming hour she lighted up the
HEARTH
And the lost Eden found once more upon the
Earth
Thus creations fairest domain from savage rule
was won,
And the red man bent his way toward the setting
sun.
The Pioneer built up, where his ruthless foe had
Peaceful home, and school, and temples fair to
God
And husbandrys gladdcning arts adorn the fertile
plain,
With farest flowers, fruits, and fields of waving
grain
Where the Woodman's axe so stoutly once he
swung,
Songs of praise and joy by thousands now are
sung!
Honored our Pioneer Mothers-naught can eer
Their vgls lcng by night, and ceaseess tolls Of
day
No Poet e'er inspired with all the power of rhvme
Could fitting tribute pay to devotion so sublime.
Each firesde-an altar-sacred e'er, flowly,
Lit by L9ye's undying iiame--an oh'ring pure
That through time will live as radiant, and as
bright,
As the smiling star ofeyen, in the diadem ofnlght
To our own cherished land uow let us turn,
Where the fires of Freedom still brightly burn
A pure Yestal fame that ever will shine,
A light Of true faith on an altar divine.
1t needs no prediction ofPrOphet or Seer,
To toreshadow our Country's triumphant career
Here no recreant hand would essay to erase
Our own chosen STAR from its glorious space
On the field Of yon standard, proudly in view,
Which to earth has descended from Heavens pure
blue.
With men brave and true, women as fair
What land, of all earth, can with ours compare?
Nowhere is effort so repaid for its toll
Each here, is sovereign, and lord the soil
Here cities shall rise, and each triumph of Art,
With all that Genius aud Mind can mpart.
And as we progress, strong iron bands
Shall unite tn Atlantic's with our gold sands.
The steam-harnessd d car DER the wide plain shall
fly,
And Lightning dispatch its steeds Of the sky;
Like the bright Bow Of Promise an undying
token,
That the bond Of this Union shall never be broken;
For It's flashed in the heavens, proclaimed by its
thunder,
What God has e'er join'd, shall no man put asun-
dor.
Then till Earth shall become all humanity's tomb
And the sunset of Time is Eternitys gloom,
Till each mortal tie shall destiny sever
Our COUNTRY, OUR STATE, AND OUR UNION FoR-
EVER