The herald., 1894-12-25

valley to an altitude of 6OO0 feet.
Prof. T. S. C. Lowe is the genius referred to
mountain railway which penetrates the deep
cafions and surmounts the cliffs of the range
which eliminates in Mt. Lowe.
DR.. Lewis Swift, the eminent astronomer,
is the ser of tho poem, who presides over the
Lowe observatory, located on Echo mountain.
[From the Arena.l
We were born of the earthquake, the mist and
the fire,
And rocked and baptized in the foam of the
brine
The earth is our mother, the sun is our sire.
And the planets at night on our bosoms re
cline.
The earth is our mother-we lean on her
breast
When the full moon awakes on her outer
most rim,
And the shield of our father lies low in the
west,
And his eyelids have closed, and his glory
waxed dim.
When the world was unsullied by hatred and
Ere the plunder and slaughter of war had
begun
Ere man had come forth from the fountains
life
We were turning our gaze to the stars and
the sun
And as teachers and toilers and bui lders with
God,
We were weaving the warp and the web OF
the lands,
And the valleys and plains that the races
have trod
In their ebb and their flow, are the work OF
our hands.
The cycles crept on, with their seasons and
days
Those shuttles that play in the infinite
loom
And our mother rejoiced in her lovers fond
gaze,
And her being responded in gladness and
bloom,
Till the hungry invaders and pillagers came
With instincts OF heaven and passions of hell
And our bare hands were lifted in protest and
shame
While millions in conflict and agony fell
We were tired OF the clashing of saber and
spear,
So we opened our lips to the powers above,
And prayed for some hero of truth to appear
And plant on our SUBMITS the emblem of
love;
lie came not with cannon and red battle flags
In the vauntings OF might and the spirit OF
Yet the lightnings and torrents leaped down
from our crags
To be harness I'd as helpers and steeds to his
car
The steeds had been tanned by the touch OF his
hand,
And knew well the lesson the master had
taught
And bent to their task at the word of COM
To capture realm with the chariots OF
thousht:
And we, who the thunders of time have defied
Since cur rule DER the lowlands and waters
began
And we who to commerce our gates have de-
MED
Surrender at last to the genius of man.
Still, with feet to the desert and ocean we
rise
And with faces upturned in the stiffness pro-
found,
And worlds looking down with their wonder.
And clouds like white garment encircling us
round,
We gu stion the dawn, as we silently kneel,
And lol by the light OF the Orient's face,
\ prophet approaches whose wand shall un-
seal
The secrets that sleep in the bosom OF space
His sou has communed with the souls of the
seer5,
Whose dreams With the thoughts of the in
finite blenl-
His life is in tune with he harp OF the spheres
And lie talks with the planets as friend talks
with fri nd;
And from treasures and tribute of forest and
mine,
And stones that are quarried from canon
and glen.
Arises a temple an altar divine,
Where the stars shall come down and hold
council with men.
The ages shall roll, with their decades and
years
Those pages and leaves in the volume OF
time,
Whose records are written in smiles or in tears,
Or painted in shadows, or symbol. sublime
And the children of men shall the story re.
count
OF victory won o'er the gods OF the heights,
While pilgrims ascend to our shrine on the
Mount
To be led by the stars to the Father OF Lights.
J4,IFS q CTAPE