The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1890-09-08
CALIFORNIA.
Her Pioneers, Her Native Sons
and Her Native Daughters.

Her Pioneers, Her Native Sons
and Her Native Daughters.
BY GEORGE ], DURAISD.
Oh beautiful is the morning OF Life,
With its hopes of the days that are to come
Days brilliant as the colors of the dawn
And thou art young and therefore beautiful
o California Queen among the States
They call the west-thou Hebe fower-crowned
With the eternal glOrles OF the Spring!
Land OF the vine among the golden hills!
Thou hast no Past, with memories OF gloom,
To wrap thee in its DARK. sepuchral folds
No ghostIy tomb. nor pyramida fanes.
Telling of men decayed and empires lost
Thy rivers to the sea ne'er yet ran red,
Nor thy rich soil ne er drank the sacred oiood
OF fallen Though willing now to die
Upon the field for glory and for thee.
Thou hast no or wounds OF cruel war
No trophed urnS nor animated busts-
No sad memorials OF splendor fled
Nc darkened annals, nor unhallowed tales
OF death and crime, which men have called re-
nown-
No dust OF kings. nor purpled tyrants deadI
No, none of these hast thou. Thou canst not point
To relics OF barbarc pr. dc Ike these.
They the ruins which mark a nations M;
OFT crowning her. its true, but with the thorn!
Thou art no product of the womb OF Wrong.
Thou art the child of Labor and vert
And sucked by the ceaSeless toll of men
The humanizing arts OF peace are thine.
Pure, fresh, no stain upon thy honored name,
Ger thy fair front the dadem of Youth
Rests like star upon the brow OF Night.
California;
What gave thee birth? What power omnipotent
Thee into being called most glorious State
what mighty magic made thee what thou art
And decked thee in a fame of jewels rare,
" nv wall their fate,
So glorious thy rise among the stars?
Scarce fifty years ago, untamed and wild
Thou vert. Dark the frequent thundersto rm
Upon the mountain side; trackless and dim
Thy rivers howed along deserted banks;
In thy forests roamed the rude savage BEAST
Owning no dominion, deyourins, fierce,
Aud preying on the lives of living things.
A few short years-so short they seem dream
The scene is changed And such change! IT'S
Day
Breaking upon the dark and dismal night.
Cities spring up along thy gliding streams,
Thy hills are decked in richest emerald garb,
With golden harvests thy valleys TEEN,
Along the hillsides blest the gentle lamb,
Flowers OF gorgeous hue gild dell and dale,
While the big bee huns busy Ger the rose
Peace aud prosperity and plenty meet
The eye wheIe'er it turns above, below.
Amid the fields OF waving yellow grain,
Beside the purple fruit upon the vine,
And in the thriving towns along the shore
Thy canopy is the blue, cleudleSs sky,
Circling from break of day smiling land.
From break of dag until the setting sun
Unto the softer scepter Of the moon
His kingdom leaves. and leaving with regret
His best gifts showers with a royal hand
When smiling on the last the fayorlte land,
The Golden West.
Who made this change? Oh. tell 1t loud and longl
Who drew those precious treasures from the earth?
The Pioneer! the dsuntles daring brave!
Who built the ships that ride upon the stream?
The Pioneer! his beard hoary gray.
" no sowed tho harvests in yOn rich domain,
Cleaning like gold a ;ainst the valleys green?
Who built the homes whose friendly smoke ascends
In hospltab!e curls along the shores
And among the uutraverSibe hills,
The traveller calling his tired limbs 10 rest.
Aud sit where Happiness. descending, smiles?
The senatorial ancient Pioneer!
who raised the flag OF freedom Ger the land
Whose waving furIs, kissing the freshenug breeze,
Declare the death of slavery and chains?
Inc floneer! He worked this m xhty change.
The tombstone was the toll OF daring men,
The bone aad Drawn OF whose athletic form
Ana the courage of whose enduring mind
Worked greater wonders than Alaldin,s rlna
We toers! For this work thine be the praise
Labor's great children rising with the
To follow him through treeicss. track!es, wastes
| Until lie sank to rest upon thy hopes,
Such were these podders through the wilderness.
Men not the stockings OF luxurious ease,
Llsping the smoothesJ accents of the schools,
Dul men HufaeI inc VIM mug iao i'S 9tN4hr
Bred on the mountains shaggy. herbless side,
Grim ofsprngs OF a dark and sullen sire,
Old Winter and his frosty. shiverilg train.
The storms Of chilli adversely in vain
Tried their hard souls as stubborn as the rock.
| Knowing not the dreadful features Of despair,
Strong with the strength OF iron heroes old,
| Bold the lion in his mldair leap,
| unconquerable in purpose as in will.
| with hammer, hatchet, crowbar, pick and plow,
Through sunshine, storm, through the night and the
| day,
| No danger stunning and no task urdOne-
| These men, stern-faced, with energy divine,
| Toed onward to the goal they gained at last.
| These are the men that constitute a State.
| on Pioneer thine be the glory wont
Land of the setting SUM- California;
Who breaLhes so base that thy shores could live
| And be slave? Thou art the freeman's home.
On, who could gaze on shasta's towering peak
And bend the knee? Or view thy sunny fields
And bow before tyrant his throne?
There is subtle spirit in thy air
Which makes men free. Upon the mountaiu-topE
Under the awning OF the branching pines.
Beside the stream rolling along his bed
or golden sands, as In old fables told,
Where'er go or turn-even among
The mut!tudlnous bloom and blossom
OF the feldszthere that loftiest spirit lives
Ard fills the heart Of man with tn oughts of thee.
BY stream. by hill, by valley and by shore,
The chalnless form of Liberty divine
| Upon her children smiles her looks OF love;
Such looks as Judith to her people gave
When Holofernes woke her patriot blood.
Land OF the orange groves OF golden trees
| Thy air enrich 18th all the perlumed breath
| or the odorou5 South in midst of spring.
They CLEAN cen at the foot of mountain snow,
whose soft white veil Is never drawn aside
oh. bear-.m,an. ne scene! oh -prre the heart,
When twsLer1asres into H~ 1weled night
Among ~ FURNISHED, mei.S orange grovesI
Ln-eoeems to spread his downy, gentle wings,
/ And watt the soul away in dreamland's realm.
| Land of fruit and blOsSOmsi Thou a
Where Pan might make his haunt and trIll his pipe
| Where fair Pomonas rosy cheeSS might bloom,
| And Floras tresses rival cen the sun.
| California thee how shall we crown?
| Flowers are for love- aud joy and happiness
| Orange blossoms are for the bushing BRIDE
| Lilies are for the maiden ere she ST. hs-
White roses for youth, while red. like the dawn,
Stands for the promise OF the coming morn
Laurel is for the hero victorious
| Oh, then for thee shall be, California,
An amaranth OF Immortality.
Native Sons and DaughtersI
| Thou progeny out OF the golden lions
| OF golden STATED Superior is thy BIRTH
| Far higher than the guardian. helmetborn,
| OF favored Athens, glorious in her prime
Or the shell-Sprung Goddess OF the blue sea,
Who rose TO rule with love instead OF might
| Higher, because greater power rules
| over thy destiny, and points afar
| To where thy star leads In the armament
| Native Sonsi Thy fathers now are DID,
| Their lines Of life running to the grave,
| Amid tae twilight Of the gathering night
| Time soon will reap the Pioneers ALL
| Gathered unto the earth they loved so well.
| Then ere 1t be too late kneei round their forms
| In venerable age, their blessings ask
| With daring, noble thoughts that soar sublime
| Take vow to live and die as did your sres.
| Thou product OF the best OF every cline!
| Model your deeds upon your fathers work.
| BE stronger than the mountains OF the Coast
| Ihy hearts full of az NJ