Oregon Republican. [volume] (Dallas, Or.) 1870-1872, 1872-05-25
The Oregon 9epu bliran.
DALLAS, SATURDAY, MAY 25.
Conception DE Arguel1o.

BY the San Francisco friars lifted to their pa
tron saint
Sponsor to that wondrous city, now apostate to
the creed,
On whose youthful walls the Padre saw the
angels golden reed;
All it's trophies long since scattered all its bla-
zon brushed away,
And the flag that flies above it buta triumph of
to-day.
wandering eye
Never breach Warlike onset holds the curious
passcr-by.
Only one sweet human fancy interweaves its
threads of gold
With the plain and homespun present, and a
love that ne'er grows old
Only one thing holds its crumbling wall above
the meaner dust
Listen to the simple story of womaas love
and trust.
Count Won Resanoff, the Russian, envoy of the
mighty Czar.
Stood beside the deep emb-aznres where the bra
gen cannon are.
He with grave provincial magnates long had
held serene debate
On the Treaty of Alliance and the high affairs
of State;
He, from grave provincial magnates oft had
turned to talk apart
With the Commentaries daughter, on the
questions of the heart;
Datil points of grayest import yielded slowly,
one by one,
And by love was consummated what Diplomacy
begun;
Ein beside the deep embrasures, where the bra
zen cannonS are,
He received the two>fold contract for approval
of the Czar;
Till beside the brazen cannon the betrothed
bade adeu,
And from sally port and gateway, North the
Russian eagles few.
Long beside the deep embrasures, where the
brazen cannons are
Dad they wait the promised bridegroom and the
answer of the Gar;
Day by day on wall and bastion beat the hollow
Day by day the sunlight glittered on the vacant
smiling seas
Week Oy week the rear hills whitened in their
dusty leather cloak
Week by week the far hills darkeped FROM the
fringing plain of oak;
Till the rains came, and far breaking, on the
fierce southwester toSt,
Dashed the whole long coast with color, and
then vanished and were lost.
So each year the season shifted wet and warm
and II ar AMI dry,
Halt year Of clouds and aowers--half year
of dust and sky,
Still it brought ship nor message--brought
no tidings i'll or meet
For the statesmanlke Commander, for the
daughter fair and sweet.
Yet she beard the varying message, voiceless to
all ears beside:
" He will come" the flowers whispered "Come
no more the dry hills sighed.
Still she found him with the waters lifted by the
morning breeze
Still she lost hip with the folding of the great
White-tented seas;
Until hollows chased the dimples from her
checks of olive brown,
And at times a swift, shy moisture dragged
the long sweet lashes down;
Or the small mouth curved and quivered as for
some denied caFess,
And the fair young brow was knitted in an in
fartine distress.
Then the grim Commander pacing where the
brazen cannons are,
Comforted the maid with proverbs,F wisdom gar
nered from afar;
Bits OF ancient observation by his fathers gath
cred, each
As pebble worn and polished in the current of
his speech.
"'Those who wait the coming rider travel
Oft as far as he ;
Tired wench and coming butter never did in
time agree;
"'He thlt eetteth himself honey. though a
clown, he shall have flies
In the end God grinds the miller n In the
dark the mole has eyes
80 He whose father is Alcalde, of his trial hath
no fear.'-
And be sure the Count has reasons that will
make his conduct clear"
Then the voice sehtentious faltered, and the wiz
dom it would teach
Lost itself in fondest ries Of his soft Castillian
speech;
And on Concha," Conchitita," and "Con-
chita he would dwell
With the fond reiteration which the Spaniard
knows well.
So with proverbs and earesses, half in faith
and half in doubt,
Every day some hope was kindled,, lickered,
. fadeq and went out.
Yearly, down the hillside sweeping, came the
stately cavalcade,
Bringing revel to Vaquero, joy and comfort to
each maid;
Bringing days of formal visit, social feast and
IuStc spOIb5
Of bull batting on the plaza, of love-making in
the court.
Vainly then at Concha's lattce-vainly as the
idle wind
Rose the thin high Spanish tenor thst bespoke
the youth too kind.
Vainly, leaning from their saddles, caball eros,
bold and feet,
Plucked for her the buried chicken from beneath
their mustangs feet.
So in vain the barren hillsides with their gay
serapes blazed,
Bazed and vanished in the dust cloud that their
flying boots had raised