Daily Los Angeles herald., 1881-09-04

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l7sl. THE QUEEN OF THE ANGELS. 1881
Written ON the Centennial Of the found
ing Of the city of Los Angeles, September
9th, 1884,
4 Hundred Years A fairy tale,
4 lonely land, q dreamy vale.
4 silent, silvery, signing sea
Unshadowed by cleaning sail
plain unmarked by mete or bound,
By Summers ardent kiss embrowned,
Dim spreading meath the trembling haze,
Unbroken solitude around.
Afar, uprearing skyward. tall,
Encircling blue, mighty wall,
Stern ssntries looming dim and vague
The mountains Watching over all.
4 beacon fash upon the sight,
4 stars soft blaze mid gloom Of night
A ray OF bright, celestial glow,
A spirit born to earthly light.
Cares't and kissed by every breeze
Borne from the yearning coral seas,
Thy cradle watched by angel hosts,
Fond dandled on thy PADRES knees.
Meath tender skies OF asure sheen
Where Nature ever smiles serene
On dreamy vale, and mirror tide
Fair was thy natal morn, o Queen
Anon, beside thy crystal stream,
Thy fair face mirrored in the CLEAN;
Where roses flush and lilies bloom
We zee thee stand as in dream.
The years 60 by. and to and fro
Their tide-like cycles come and go,
And like the oceans ceaseless tides
Lies changeless currents ebb and aow.
The matin call, and vesper bell,
That echo far, and sink and swell
And melt away in cadence sweet,
Qf holy love and guidance tell.
Ger fowery mesas far away
The herds in hasty gladness are at play,
And crop the verdure soft. the while
December smiles like wanton May.
The careless, 1.-the vaquero speeds
Ger swelling hills and grassy meads,
Or hurls his trusty lasso where
The tufted tule waves its reeds.
A trance unbroken, save when hosts
OF savage foes like midnight ghosts
To rude dispel thy maiden dreams,
Steal seaward, from their mountain posts.
Then clang of steel and gleam Of lance;
The trumpet's blast, the sabre's glance
That tell of dangers presence nigh,
Awake thee from thy tender trance.
At last in strength and flush Of pride,
With eagle glance and lordly stride
A mail-clad knight with ardent kiss,
Impatient claims thee for his bride.
And queenly in thy ripened charms,
No more to start at vague alarms,
Safe in his watchful guardian love,
Thou restest in his shelt'ring arms.
Sweet floats thy song upon the breeze,
Borne to thy home DER tropic seas,
Glad 10 thy smile Of matron pride,
And children cluster round thy knees.
Afar, the distant, yearning lands,
Ger burning wastes of desert sands,
In friendships longing, fond desire,
To greet thee stretch their jeweled hands
The seas are white with snowy sails,
Swift winging on with favoring gales,
To bear thy lovers in their haste,
Impatient to thy vale of wales.
The mocking bird amid thy bowers,
Sings through the sweet, enchanted hours
And all the gliding steps of Time
Are fettered by chain of flowers.
Soft pearls bedeck thy bosom fair,
And diamonds light thy glorious hair;
Soft music lulls thy blissful rest,
And floats upon the listening air.
Thy children's spreading homes around
In teeming fruitfulness abound;
And all thy courts and fowery ways,
Ring out Centennial's joyous sound.
o Mother-Q Queen with gifts complete.
The gliding years Of life are sweet;
And sweet and soft the vernal days
That strew their garlands at thy feet
And still thy loving, yearning glance
O'ersweeps the smiling, broad expanse
OF dowery, vine-clsd, fruitful plain
o, tender dream Of fond romance
ALBERT F. KERcHEvAL.