Weekly Trinity journal., 1871-01-07
And where are they? those men of 40

Who, climbing DER the mountains pathless steep,
Threading their way through canyons dark and deep
Revealed the treasures Of this hidden mine
And echo answers, "Where" Among us here
You do not often Il PIONEER.
Some dwell within the " City of the Dead "
On yonder hillside. Some lying low
Down in the blue Pacifcs briny bed
Above their the eternal waters flow.
And some have died beneath the STRIPES and STARS
All honor to their and memories
Others, to-day, battling in the
Which desoate fair lands beyond the seas.
Some in their Eastern homes, now till the lands
Earned by the honest labor Of their hands
Among these mountains Some, | cannot tell
Their very names have faded hom my mind
But, search the thickets of that lonely dell
Where they beneath the noiseess fell,
Their bleached and scattered bones perhaps youll find
Our COUNTRY, too, has moved with giant stride
On her pathway to greatness in the two
Decades through which we've made our minds to glide
Seven new and shining STARS of silyery hue
Light up banners field of blue.
The Pacific Railroad with its iron band
;, Stretching Ger mountain, valley, hill and plain,
Unites tn most distant portions Of our land
Now Joined in Union sisterhood again.
Step on the cars, from San Franciscos street,
Next day you're in Nevada's land of " feet -
Next Gf you'll travel at " harum-scarum "
Rae) you're set down close by Old Brighams harem y
Resume your seat and, next day, onward go
winding through mountains of eternal SNOWY
To Wyoming, where elected
TO Office, (and, of course, amt mUch respected)
Nebraska next-her capital " Omaha,
Puts in mind of that confounded " wHoA-HAw"
With which the Posey, Pike aud Sucker kind
Drove =" oxens " cross the Plains in 40
Speeding from there, in three days more, you stand
Upon the eastern border Of land.
The lightning's urid blaze is seized from Heaven,
And to the hand of man, earth Is given
The unseen messenger Of thought, to be
Flashed DER the wires which reach from to
Bidding us now, to " mourn our honored dead, )"
Now, to rejoice that " victory gain )"
Next, told who has been chosen head
OF this, nation. Then, the number slain
In some great battle on the French frontier,
Which was fought yesterday to-day we hear,
GREATER THAN ALL, that, in our noble land,
The feet OF bondsmen ne er again snail be
Pressed her sol-from strand to strand,
Our banner floats above FREE,
Since smiling Peace returned again to reign,
We've added to our country's broad domain
ALASKA with her noble fisheries
Reaching far northward to the frozen
To friendly Russia, Ito avoid all troubles)
Was paid some millions, cash, in silver roubes,
Which 'sbeled out" And, mark you, she "shells
Herself passage through the Dardanelles.
Go IN, Old Muscovy, we're quite content
TO be {" " upon This continent.
You may have Turkey. WELL take San Domingo
And it not for their confOunGed lingo"
We'd take the "Japs " and every lone Kanaka,
Raise sugar and tea, and swap them for tobacker"
We're trying now ferret the
OF all those chaps with Alabama claims -
Wen buy EN- in and thrash John Bull, to make
That worthy hombre think faint safe to " wax"
This universal Yankee nation
Which beats the world and all creation
Well best stop g Fenian raids lin my opnion)
By taking in the sign" of tn New DoMEIoN
And after that " to keep our hand in go
And gobble up what's left of Mexico
Then Gust to give the thing little ToSE)
Wen gather ice-bergs at our own North Pole
To cool " cobbler for thirsty soul
Running our bound'ry in the Torrid Zone.