Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1888-01-02

anu lIlJuSu our NllldHe is 50 lar remote
From crowded cities, or from towns of note,
Yet still our " leading men are all intent
on keeping pace with every great event
From far around 10 hear the latest news,
The sturdy farmers come, and give their views
In language more stentorian than ornate
On questions of vast import to the State;
And ever and anon contest hold
With varied specime of field and fold.
Ihose who once did conquer. perhaps did yield
Now with rivalry far nobler vie
In peaceful products of our sunny SKY.
look around me thankful that to-day
Ger all the land Peace holds her gentle sway ;
For Wars grim memries now no more we
hoard
To ploughshares we have changed the rusting
sword;
To tuneful anvils balls that fiercely met
To reapers blades the vengeful BAY onet
And with renewed devotion now we claim
one flag, one country, and one common aim
Now once again the Pen resumes its sway
And solves each problem of the passing day
May it no more, by soriid gain debased
Here pander to an oft perverted taste;
Nor yield suplne to concentrated power
The living, vital issues of the hour;
But, tolilng for brighter, better day,
FONT up to higher realms, and lead the wav
When summer smiling sheds her glories round.
And dale and hilltop are with verdure crowned
Upon the street we see the band appear
And strains of martial music greet the ear:
While lovely maidens-fair as morn in May
Add beauty to the scene and throng the way.
Ana when the shades of night have gathered
round,
Ard wrapt the land in darkness, deep, pro-
found,
From vine-sequestered cot, or mansions white,
Borne on soft breezes through the Silly night
comes music sweet from some light-toned
guitar
Touched by dark-eyed damsels, as afar
In SPANS provincial towns, the traveller sees
Meath fragrant groves of blooming orange trees.
As noon and evening make their daily round,
Along the streets is heard the merry sound
" happy children, just released from school,
No longer mindful of the tutors rule
The thoughtful teacher slowly walks behind
Win mind well stored with lore of various
kind;
Skilled in each art to guide the Maynard youth
Along the path of learning and of truth.
But wearied with the cares that come to those
In whom the welfare of young hearts repose,
He seeks his room to gain relief from toll
linen to his books. and burns the midnight
And oft he dreams of future bright, when
instead oil children he shall govern men;
Mhen IN obedience TO his countrys calls
Ills voice Is heard in legislative halls
Behold, where yonder lofty spires arise.
Like Faith, still pointing upward to the skies,
ANA teaching us to look not always down
On earthly scenes, but upward to a crown
reserved for all who do as best they can
The duties that they owe to God and man
Ihe sa3path dawns throughout these quiet
The songs of birds are borne upon the gales:
Bright blooming flowers, the gentle waving
trees,
The low of distant herds, the hum of bees:
The tinlsiing bell upon the village green
Inc slmmertng waters in the distance seen.
sights that we love TO see, and sounds 70 hear;
Now greet the eye and fail upon the ear
West. "-O Ai-S INC
Where the gray squirrel sports and makes his
nest;
tn the sniitb broad r.
Where Craze the hocks throughout each sum
mers day F.;
While on the north the rock-ribbed hills arise.
Whose SUBMITS glisten meath the glowing skies:
Far to the east-as far as eye can see
Kou fertile pralries, where once via and free
The an-lered deer was wont to fearless roam
Now ruled by man-earths storehouse and dis
On every side fair works of art we meet
And nature jewels lie about our feet;
While overhead the dome OF azure blue
Now slowly changes to deeper hue.
As high and higher mounts the King of Day,
| see the gathering people wend their way
Unto the church, nor wait until the hour
The bell shall cali them, pealing from the tower.
And saints grown old in service, come nor fear
The idlers testing nor the scoffers sneer.
Blest spirits When your hearts shall hear the
To leave these scene, OH may your mantles
fall
As you ascend in charlots of flame
hut udy-Ou CullureQ WOrIf,y Oh YOUR name.
And brightly smiling maidens here are seen
Like flowers blooming withered boughs be-
tween,
And 1natrons pale, whose darkened robes be-
tray
The shadows resting on their homes to-day.
And there he stands who leads and long has led
His people in the paths their feet should tread
And seeking for their hearts surceaSe from strife
Breaks for their hungry souls the Bread of Life
But since an ADLER mind in other days
In gentler, sweeter strains has sung thy praise,
should not try, bard of weaker mold
10 tell again what has so well been told.
Yet Will these precious memories round me
throng
And swell the feeble measures of my song.
| see him now, a man of gentle mien,
Mid noise and tumult, peaceful and serene
As is some might current deep and wide
That calmly flows through oceans swelling tide
And though the darkened waves may sweep
around
Keeps ever on its way in peace profound:
He moves amid his flock with tender grace.
And looks with kindness on each we'll known
He cheers the heart crushed by affliction's rod
And leads the wanderer back to Heaven and
God.
Within these realms could we expect to find
That subtle power which sways the heart and
mind
Which wakes the soul that sleeps in fatal ease
To grand and noble deeds! of scenes like these,
The scholar reads in legendary LAYS
That tell OF elder and of better DAYS,
In records dim of ancient Greece and Rome.
Nor thinks 10 find true eloquence at home.
The flowers to day are Just as bright and fair
As those of other times; the New Worlds air
Wait on its every breeze perfumes as sweet,
As varied and as priced as ever greet
The tastes refined of those who dwell at ease
Beside the Tigris and Euphrates.
And why should EloGuence, sublimest art,
In this our day and cline fail to impart
Its lessons true? Why should there be denied
These quiet scenes, mans highest, nobleSt
pride2
No! Eoqueuce shall live throughout all time.
Uncircumscribed by age or race cline.
And it is here we've listened to its voice
Its power divine has made us oft rejoice
1t touched our conscience like fiery dart
And walked each smoldering passion of the
I could not would not, blot from memory's page
his thoughts SO worthy of better age;
Nor soon forget that grand and noble face,
The raptured throng, each deep emotion Stirred.
Hang trenulous upon his every word
Forgetting, as those magic tones they hear
The one deep shadow of his bright career
Well 1 remember as these lines write
When first my fancy took its Maynard flight;
When first ventured feebly to address
The people through the medium of the press
l fondly thought-a childish thought | know,
have outliyed such visions long ago
The-world was waiting eager for my song
And deemed the music was de,ayed too long
How grand it looked in print! How well it
read
What thoughts of Fame and Fortune filed my
breast.
did not know, as have known since then
The cold and heartless apathy of men.
That of the throng that plume for lofty flights,
But few shall ever reach the dizzy nights:
That royal natures that deserve a throne
Must 20 through life unnoticed and unknown
Perhaps It's best; the sweetest flowers grow
Not on the mountains. but in the wales below,
They bloom IN beauty in each lowly bed,
Nor feel the storms that sweep far overhead;
And though oft crushed by man. their fragrance
rare
More richly rises to perfume the air.
Though dear be Music, Eloquenee and Art,
Their power combined can never move the
hear.
And keep its life-biood flowing free and warm
| Like kindly deeds that patient hands perform
| And these the skilled physician, tried and true
| Though often bafiled fails not to renew;
| Bends with eOmpss.io ion o er the sufferers bed
| Till the last Pickering ray of life has fed.
| see him toiling on from day TO day
Through sun and storm, on his unwearied way
For eager anxious hearts his coming wait,