Poetry

To the California Pioneers

by Joaquin Miller

READ IN SAN FRANCISCO 1894

  • How swift this sand, gold-laden, runs!
  • How slow these feet, once swift and firm!
  • Ye came as romping, rosy sons,
  • Come jocund up at College term;
  • Ye came so jolly, stormy, strong,
  • Ye drown'd the roll-call with your song.
  • But now ye lean a list'ning ear
  • And-"Adsum! Adsum! I am here!"

  •  My brave world-bearers of a world
  • That tops the keystone, star of States,
  • All hail! Your battle flags are furled
  • In fruitful peace. The golden gates
  • Are won. The jasper walls be yours.
  • Your sun sinks down yon soundless shores.
  • Night falls. But lo! your lifted eyes
  • Greet gold outcroppings in the skies.

  •  Companioned with Sierra's peaks
  • Our storm-born eagle shrieks his scorn
  • Of doubt or death, and upward seeks
  • Through unseen worlds the coming morn.
  • Or storm, or calm, or near, or far,
  • His eye fixed on the morning star,
  • He knows, as God knows, there is dawn;
  • And so keeps on, and on, and on!

  •  So ye, brave men of bravest days,
  • Fought on and on with battered shield,
  • Up bastion, rampart, till the rays
  • Of full morn met ye on the field.
  • The great, warm heart of Mother Earth
  • Is broken o'er her Javan Isles.
  • Lo! ashes strew her ruined hearth
  • Along a thousand watery miles.
  • I hear her groan, I hear her moan,
  • All day above her drowning isles.
  • Ye knew not doubt; ye only knew
  • To do and dare, and dare and do!
  • Ye knew that time, that God's first-born,
  • Would turn the darkest night to morn.

  •  Ye gave your glorious years of youth
  • And lived as heroes live — and die.
  • Ye loved the truth, ye lived the truth;
  • Ye knew that cowards only lie.
  • Then heed not now one serpent's hiss,
  • Or trait'rous, trading, Judas kiss.
  • Let slander wallow in his slime;
  • Still leave the truth to God and time.

  •  Worn victors, few and true, such clouds
  • As track God's trailing garment's hem
  • Where Shasta keeps shall be your shrouds,
  • And ye shall pass the stars in them.
  • Your tombs shall be while time endures,
  • Such hearts as only truth secures;
  • Your everlasting monuments
  • Sierra's snow-topt battle tents.