Weekly Trinity journal. [volume] (Weaverville, Calif.) 1857-1972, 1865-02-04
WRITTEN YoR TRINITY JoURxAL)
The Genius Of CALIFORNIA; Welcome to
her Sons.
B Y c L Z o N.

greet We with a welcome and Free
And spread my hoard of luscious fruits gold
I" grace the banquet. And with love to We
l pour the sparkling wine that Old
Worlds suns or dcws in Orient chimes had given
90 bright lustre And my gorgeous flowers
iha' WAL Perpetual incense up to Heaven,
Shall crown the board through all the festal hours
have waited long for you in deep
And unprun'd forests, and by silver streams
That pour their leaping waters DER the sleeps
And hinge emtatted rocks, which ever seem
Like moss-grown, ruin'd castles vast, or keep
OF guardian giants! Meath the pale moons beam
I've press'd my car on dewy sod and listend
For coming footsteps through the leafy screen,
But heard naught the brook Indians shrilly
scream.
And have waited by the sea, and asked the waves
If they had met you on the swelling tide
And questioned Of the angry winds that
Above the rearing surge o gently glide
Where the bright pillows kiss the shining sands,
If they hal heard one stately tone Of pride
One echo from ship from ar-of lands,
And bourne it on their wings DER waters wide
To bless this silent shore by great Pacfc's side,
And have boarded up my gold within
The rock-ribd mountains, and in darkling caves,
And where the rivers roll with celscless din
q cr SHINING saf'lr tileir bright pelucii waves;
And through the long and silent gone.
When earthquakes struggled from their fiery graves
With shudlering groans tie mountain chain along,
And 10 the light of day my treasures gave,
I've heapd huge piles of SHATTERED rocks upon
And shrouded them with leaves where pine
I've pencil'd all my flowers with fsirest dyes
To grace your coming. and my giant trees
Spread out their arms to you meath glowing skies,
And will walk with you when mornings prime
Awakes the song birds and the honey bees
As We go forth to labor where my treasures shine,
And fan your brows with pcrfume-laden breeze!
And in the evening, meath the Whispering pine,
When in the brock her face the first star secs,
I'll sit beneath your tent and list the chime
OF songs We lcaru'd when ON your mothers knee
other words speak and weightier far than
these:
We must build up a nation grand and free,
nation that shall not blush to own
Rejecting honor on posterity
Through all the countless ages yet to come.
This land hold her treasures through all Time
And lee Il book Of reference for all lands
While snowy peaks away to'ard heaven climb,
Or rivers murmur over golden sands
her temple with cloud piercing spire
And bring her brightest and her loveIiest things
To Danish from the mind all low desire
While Science comes on swiftly soaring wings
And kinde- on the altar her lfe-gving fire!
And you that sway the de,tnies of nations
Ye rulers Of the mighty Press! from whence
All minds with cagerness receive impressions-
Justice is against you if We fater,
And lay the rocreals Offering your countrys altar
Make your laws pure and merciful, and choose
MEN for your counselors-men in soul as well
As form who'll scorn their high trust to abuse
And knowing still where strength and safety dwell,
viii bow their stately heads before the Omnipoent,
And ask Of Him, in perfect trust, to swell
The sum Of all your blessings and with Omniscicnt
Eye to guard the natiou while in peace ye dwell
Beneath the aheterng wings Of Him who governs al
things WE'LL