Choice Specimens of American Literature, and Literary Reader · Chapter 351=432.= the Future of California
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Dared I but say a prophecy, As sang the holy men of old, Of rock-built cities yet to be Along those shining shores of gold, Crowding athirst into the sea, What wondrous marvels might be told! Enough to know that empire here Shall burn her brightest, loftiest star; Here art and eloquence shall reign, As o'er the wolf-reared realm of old; Here learn'd and famous from afar, To pay their noble court, shall come, And shall not seek or see in vain, But look on all, with wonder dumb.
Afar the bright Sierras lie, A swaying line of snowy white, A fringe of heaven hung in sight Against the blue base of the sky.
I look along each gaping gorge, I near a thousand sounding strokes, Like giants rending giant oaks, Or brawny Vulcan at his forge; I see pick-axes flash and shine, And great wheels whirling in a mine. Here winds a thick and yellow thread, A moss'd and silver stream instead; And trout that leap'd its rippled tide Have turn'd upon their sides and died.
Lo! when the last pick in the mine Is rusting red with idleness, And rot yon cabins in the mould, And wheels no more croak in distress, And tall pines reassert command, Sweet bards along this sunset shore Their mellow melodies will pour; Will charm as charmers very wise, Will strike the harp with master-hand, Will sound unto the vaulted skies The valor of these men of old— The mighty men of 'Forty-nine; Will sweetly sing and proudly say, Long, long agone, there was a day When there were giants in the land.
[Footnote 105: Cincinnatus Heine Miller, commonly known by his assumed name of Joaquin Miller. Born in Indiana, but was taken when very young to Oregon. After a wild career in Oregon and California, he at length studied for the law. His poetry, like his life, is of an eccentric cast.]
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=Joel Chandler Harris,[106] 1846-.=