Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1877-04-12
VOL. 35. NO. ).
THE LAND OF THE MoRMoNs.
BY J. ALLEN cooMDs.j
For the Grant County Herald.

BIZ ALLEN cooMBs1
For the Grant County HERALD.
There's land to the West, where the mount aims rs
To the line of eternal snow;
Where the eagle scars to his home in the skies,
Aud the mountain torrents flow
To lake, where stormy pillows rage
Der mystic depths unknown
Where races lived in by-gone age,
Whose deeds with time have flown.
Here the storm cloud crossed oy the ightnngs trac
Gives Nature her grandest charm,
As the howl of the wild Volt answers back
To the demons of the storm.
o ye peaks, that rise in the ether clear
lift my eyes to thee
o tell me the story long to hear
OF this lone and silent sea.
OF the nations who dwelt at thy sloping base
When the "star in the East first shone,
To the Eastern Magi's wondering gaze.
Der Judeas mountains lone;
OF the days when the oceans angry waves
High up on thy walls were cast;
OF the creatues that dweIt in thy lonely caves
In the dim forgotten p asst.
Didst thou, Peak with the hoary crest,
Far out DER the waters blue!*
Stand there in the day of Creations rest.
When the glorious first threw
His liz hit DER the finished work of Him
Who rules DER Earth and Heaveni
Or earnest thou from those waters grim
By angry forces driven:
Didst thou weep at the fall of that Ancient Race
Whose history none can know,
But whose marks all time meier eface
Till centuries come and 90?
Did their barks on the ocean pillows toss
Did hosts before them flee,
As they passed to the light OF the Southern Cross
From the frozen Arctic Sea
Did thy walls echo back the invading whoop
In that time long ago.
Oftho wandering Red Mans savage troop,
And the quivering accents throw
On the gale, to the of the dying race
o'errun by the savage band
ofa race who IN dySg left no trace
Ola life in this rock bound landi
Vast thou there when Old Oceans swaying tide,
In that mystic long ago,
Came in where the avalanches lide
To the valley far below 7
Speak from thy rocky summit gray,
Where yellow lightnings leap
The veil of ages rend away
From Time funereal Deep
And the answer comes, as from clouds DER head,
And is heard as we hear in Dreams
Il was here in the day of those nations dead
And caught their watchfires CLEANS;
was here when the Norsemans icy sails
Were spread to the rising breeze,
And he sped before the arctic gales
To lands beyond the seas
was here when all life was in the Ark;
When the soug of the stars was sung
was here when the Storm Kings banner dark
First forth to the winds was flung.
And stand Sentry Ger vale and lake
That once were the oceans home:
Come back, O We waters thy mad waves break
Round my base in angry foam
Come back Ger deserts, piairs and sand
Against my rocky walls,
Drive out this people from the land
Ere Gods just vengeance falls,
Where man with foulest fiend conspires-
Where loving angels weep
Where victims sacrificed in fires
OF DANTE vengeance sleep
On the plain, where the silent Jordan flows
In its banks of wave-worn sand,
sit as muse Ger the.tale of woes
That hear in this bloodstained land
vengeance is mine," saith the Lord on High,
"Oer this land bright truth shall beam
And the promise is echoed in sea-gulPs cry,
And the mountain eagles scream
And turn to the sky wlere, the yellow glare
OF the sun fast fades away.
And my thoughts break forth in whispered prayer
For that glad, that glorious day,
When the light of His truths shall glow as the s"h'
Ger this lust polluted land,
And the Murderer know that his race is ruu.
And dread the Arengers hand
Far away tow'rd the Land of the Rising sun
The evening shadows crawl;
And the Orb of Day, with his days work DONE
Sinks back FER the mountain wall
And seem to hear the sullen growl
OF the bear on the mountains crest,
And the notes ofthe gaunt coyotes howl
In the valley sink to rest
The eael. comes down, from his soaring hight,
To his home on the mountains brow,
While the passage bird, low on his weary Hight
Seeks the land of Eternal Snow
Aud the sea gull flies to her home on the lake.
Where the waves break on the strand,
And the Ss,try stands where the storm clouds brea
Ger this God foSsaken land.
Through the coming night see the flame
OF the pilgrims watchhre glow,
Beyond the city of Guilt and Shame
where the Jordan's waters flow;
Here crimes that were born ia the depths ofilel
In Religions robes are dressed;
And the mirthful songs Of demons swell
Der the Dead Sea the West
a mountain island far out in the lake