HA bil alli LLMAN PACIFIC CAR COMPANY, Wii cA Ser tS Wiis Ta 3 it Waa a “LT KVERY Vol. 1. San Ervanciseo, Cal. Saturday, June STEP BE AN ADVANCE.”? y 8 = 25, 1870. No. 7. & ¥, on } +4 ° ’ 4 OGhe Crans-Continental, Published Daily on the Pullman Hotel Express, Between Boston and San HMrancisco. W. R. STEELE, Editor. 3a Communications and Exchanyes for this paper should be addressed, TRANS- CONTINENTAL, 46 State Street, Chicago. CALIFORNIA. I. On the shore of the western sea She sat spell-bound and slept, While the waters and hills and lea A weird ’round her kept. Countless centuries roll’d away, And none disturbed her rest— Neither Indian through the day Nor beasts that night infest. Till at length there was story spread, That some strange prize was bid For the daring, who could but tread, Where she their coming bid. Then afar, from the Spanish land, Sailed many voy’gers bold: And they seiz’d and dwelt on thatstrand, And sought its wealth to hold. But she heeded not ships or arms, - Or tones of chanted mass; And a veil that was o’er her charms, No sight of theirs could pass. Still she slept—to the known— As ne’er to wake again; Motionless in her weird lone, Like Bride of Triermain. world searce For her slumber could only end, When Worth Desert should win; And a guardian sure defend Her life yet to begin. Then across the broad Continent, * And ’round the stormy Horn, Truer men from the Eastward went, To seek her haunt forlorn. And they stirr’d with busy quest The land from mount to sea, Till they wakened both spell and rest, And she who slept was free. Sky and earth all renewed appear— For off she casts her veil, Worn through many a hundred year, To fall when they assail. ~ iI. She is waken’d and risen now. In all her beauty bright; Shining radiant from her brow. Like blush of morning light. And her golden and waving hair With flashing jewels twined, Rich and free, o’er her shoulders fair Is streaming in the wind. Toward the region where she had slept Are stretched her round white arms; They who o’er her true guard have kept Behold her queenly charms, And the life, new and true, she breathes, A nobler power shall wear, For the kind hand of God now wreathes A garland she shall bear. And He, in His wisdom and grace, Who makes and who preserves, With His glory shall crown her lovely face, As only she deserves. TIT.) In the Middle Age there was made A precious diadem, On the shrine at old Monza laid, Enrich’d with gold and gem. Back of jewel and graven boss, A ring curved dark and plain, Form’d from nail of the holy Cross Of Him for us once slain. Strong and good was the Lombard King Who wore that Iron Crown; Treasure great was the sacred ring . To that Italian town. But the men of the East and West Who waked the weird lone, Now a mightier form invest With metal and with stone. For in band of iron they’ve bound A land from sea to sea, With no fabled link circled ’round Forever one to be. . And a nation receives a crown Of more than regal might— Not a symbol of men bow’d down, But fact of power and right. From that crown shall be taken now, Thread of the iron line, To be wreath’d ‘round her jewel’d brow, Three emblems to combine. It shall show that forever clasp’d, She’s held by all the land; And with love and devotion grasp’d, The nation takes her hand. And akiss that a mighty heart Imprints the hand it holds ; Seals the pledge true words impart, And all that heart enfolds. It shall show that the homes and hearts Now scattered through the land, Like all her gems,in all its parts, Are joined in stronger band. And memories dear of old, And all that now is best, With the treasures and charms they hold, Her life and brow invest. And He who form’d her diadem— Who gave her boundless wealth— He now crowns her wlth gold and gem And freshest flush of health.