Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE PIONEERS, by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: How swift this sand, gold-laden, runs! Last Line: Sierra's snow-topt battle tents. Alternate Author Name(s): Miller, Joaquin Subject(s): California - Gold Discoveries; Pioneers; Gold Rush; Forty-niners | ||||||||
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-builders 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. Ye knew not doubt; ye only knew To do and dare, and dare and do! Ye knew that time, that God's firstborn, 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOLD-SEEKERS by HAMLIN GARLAND A GOLDEN DREAM by KATHRYN ROESER DUNLAP SUTTER'S FORT, SACRAMENTO by LUCIUS HARWOOD FOOTE BALLAD OF THE GOLD COUNTRY by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON THE GOLD THAT GREW BY SHASTA TOWN by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE MEN OF FORTY-NINE by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE DAYS OF '49 by CHARLEY RHODES THE YUKON'S SONG OF THE GOLD by AMELIA WOODWARD TRUESDELL A CALIFORNIA CHRISTMAS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER |
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