St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-02-21
MYRICK's TRACK.


the tide.
From its source in the rock-running rill,
And progress apace. as his bosom so wide,
Rolls onward, resistless and still.
Where the .leep. dfmpled stream. in ripple
From morn until day Is undone
Laughs back as of old all the fash Of the
In a wealth of brights smiles to the sun.
/ S tireless, forever, in q mighty career,
With freedom as boundless as free.
1t murmurs in song, then eddies along
In winding way down to the sea.
On the great rivers shore, where but savage
has trod,
There's track in the trail of the red
A footprint-the first in that green, grassy
sod
To tell where yet thousands shall treadl
Where the scene blends the green and the
gay with the grand,
Alone, save the Guide ever nigh,
stranger has left an imprint in The sand,
To linger while ages go by!
The wash of the waters that before him afar
Smile welcome and wander along,
To rock the strange skiff with PROV on the
In the lull of the ripple and song.
The stag peers without from The rush-tangled
fen
The geese, well awning and away.
Peal the eerie weird echoes from hillside and
That welcome the wanderer to stay.
The hawk, from the crag, sought cruise in
The lynx left his lair in the wood
And the daisy that turned him a face pure
as proud
Bowed in homage DER tracks where he
stood.
They pied not in vain, for his bark bid adieu
tl,fnrr -nta To-. ,I..f@, a.,
And the trail of the doe and the deer in the
dew
Were lost in the path of the plow.
Now semi-centennial has come and gone by,
And the annals that tally the time,
Grown hoar i'll the lore of the song and the
sigh,
Are sere with the frosting and rime.
Ana down the long page. from the first to the
We glide in a magic review
BY the home that evolved from the hut of the
And the packet that crowds the canoe.
Where the stranger lay down with the earth
for his bed
And his roof but the star-spangled sky,
To list to the music unwritten or read,
Sweetly sung as the waters went by.
And ramble in fancy from scenes he had
found
: To the home that was dear and afar,
Meath the mantle that twilight had folded
around
And pinned to the night with star.
The hum of the mill sings mightier song,
And the whistle screams fiercer its lay.
AS the pace of progression goes plunging
a along
IN the path of eternity's aye.
And where the shod heel left track in the
sand
z AS it sprung from the buoyant canoe,
The warehouse and workshop have We'd for
IL Jethe land
.4And hid all the old with the new
Where the copper-hued chieftain. in glamour
~. and gear,
: Spurned the earth with the hoofs of his
ssteed.
The engine has challenged his speed.
Where the fox and his fawn found the
gloom of the glen,
And the oak hid the antler and horn.
Each season e'er brings us again and again
A bright golden harvest of corn.
Where the plume pinioned chaplet once wed
in the dance
With the gliding and gearing of dross.
Each year sends thousand to mark the ad-
vance
And honor the birth of La Crosse.
Where the old Mississippi winds on to the
tide,
So sleepless and silent away.
And progress apaee, as his bosom so wide,
Rolls on. and still onward for aye.
George E. Powell In Chicago Inter Ocean.
(sNathan Myrick, the StrPaul millionaire,
who still lives, stalwart aud hale. the frst
white man to SETTLE and who landed alone
half q hundred years ago, where the city of
La Crosse now stands.-Auth0r.)