San Andreas independent., 1861-06-22
I'VE take the following splendid poem from the june
number of the Atlantic Monthly:
THE ROSE ENTHRONED.

1t melts and seethes, the chaos that shall grow
To adamant beneath the house of life:
In kissing hatred atoms clash, and go
To meet ntenser strife.
And ere that fever leaves the granite veins,
Down thunders DER the waste torrid sea;
Now Flood, now Fire. alternate despot reigns-
Immortal foes to be-
Built by the warning elements they rise,
The massive earth-foundations, tier on tier,
Where Shiny monsters with unhuman eyes
Their hideous heads uprear
The building of the world is not for you
To glare upon each other, and devour:
Race floating after fades out of view,
Till beauty springs from power.
Meanwhile from crumbling rocks and shoals of deaf
Shoots up rank verdure to the hidden sun;
The CULTS eddying to the vague, sweet breath
of richer life begun
Richer and sweeter far than 49, before,
Though rooted in the grave of what has been.
Unnumbered burtals yet must heap earths floor,
Ere she her heir shall win;
And ever nobler lives and deaths more grand
For nourishment of that which is to come:
While mid the ruins of the work she planned
Sits Nature, blind and dumb.
For whom or what she plans she knows no more
Than any mother of her unborn child;
Yet beautiful forewarnings murmur DER
Her desOlation wild.
Slowly the clamor and the clash subsde:
Earth's restlessness her patient hopes subdue:
Mild oceans shoreward heave a pulse-ke tide
The skies are veined with blue.
And life works through the growing quietness
To bring some darling mystery into form:
Beauty her fairest Possible would dress
In colors pure and warm.
Within the depths of palpitating seas
A tender tint ;-anon line of grace
Some lovely thought from its dull atom frees,
The coming joy to trace
penciled moss on tablets of the sand
Such as shall veil the unbudded maiden-blush
Of beauty yet to gladden. the green land -
A breathing through the hush,
Of some sealed perfume longing to burst out
And give its prisoned rapture to the air -
brooding hope, promise through doubt
Is whispered everywhere.
And, every dawn a shade more clear, the skies
flush as from the heart OF heaven disclose:
Through earth. and sea, and air message flies,
Prophetic of the Rose.
At last morning comes of sunshine still,
When not dew-drop trembles on the grass;
When all winds sleep, and every pool and rill
Is like a FURNISHED glass
Where a ong-looked-for guest may lean to gaze;
When day and earth rests royally,-a crown
OF molten glory, flashing diamond rays,
From heaven let lightly down.
In golden silence. GREATNESS, all tnlngS stand.
What answer meets this questioning repose?
A sudden gush of light and odors bland,
And, 10 the Rose! the Rosei
The birds break into cantices around;
The winds lift Jubilate to the skies:
For twin-born with the on Eden-ground,
Love blooms in human eyes.
Lites marvellous queen-hower blossoms only So
In dust of low ideals rooted fast
Ever the Beautiful is moulded slow
From truth in errors past.
What fiery fields of Chaos must be won,
What battling Ttans rear themselves tomb
What births and restrictions meet the sun,
Before the rose can bloom
And of some wonder-bossom yet dream,
Whereof the time that is infolds the Seed
Scnlo flower Of light t. whic<ti,e shall seem
fair and fragile weed.