Going Ahead

I heard the far off vnynger's horn, I sec tho Yankee 's tnül - His foot on every mountii'n pass, On every streani tiis suil. I hear the mnltock in the mines, The nxe stroke in the dell, The clamor f min th Indian lodge, The Jesuit's cliapel bell. I sen the ewarthy trapper como From Mississippi's springs. And war chieis with ilieir painted browe And cresta of eagle wings. Behind the squa-w's light birch canoo, Tho -Uvimer itnoke and ravo, And city lots ure sfnked for aala Above old lndiau grares. By foresfc, lake and waterfaü I see the pedler's shuw; The mighty mihgliog with the mean, The lofty wiih Lhe low. I hear the tread of [lionecr'a Of nations yet. to be; The first low was1-, of waves wliere soon öliall roll a human sea. The rudiments of empire here Are plastic yet and warm; The chaos of ï mighty world Ia rounding into form! Each nide and jostlinfr fragment soon Ii8 fitting place shaii find - The n.'w material of a state, lts inuscle and its inind! A western stil: tire star that leads ïho ncnv world in its tiain, Has tipped with fire the iey spears 01 many a mountnin chain. The snowy cones of Oregon Are kindled on its way, And Oalifornia's golden sanda Gleam brighter to lts ray.