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Newspaper Notes - 1850s (NN-18.5)(1850s) (336 pages)

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NEVADA CITY OULD) IDIBIT I INN, AS) AO)” fetey By W. K. Weare, Sit down, old friends, while we rehearse the changes since the time When first we came in youth and hope to try the golden clime. ‘Twas glorious then, ’tis glorious now, in gems worth more than gold, Bright shining gems that will not die but gain a thousand fold. And though we’re.classed ‘‘the old played out,” the search for gold we led, And sowed the seeds that garnered wealth; and still not all are dead. Iresh forms of youth and beauty rise, like flowers ‘round us twine, The ivy still clings to the oak that lived in Forty-nine. still our memories wander back and when the truth is said, <.e'd rather have those grand old times and lead the lives we led. And why? the slumbering, sodden sand has hidden from our sight The gold that one time cheered the land and made the camp-fires bright. The radiant rainbow, Hope, is dead, whose promise then was great, In Forty-nine its are was bright’—tis dark in Lighty-eight. Now let us backward turn our gaze and count the changes o’er, Which marked the years since we set foot upon the golden shore. Tho ereek which now is struggling on. a sluggish, turbid flood, Was then as pure as when its source fell from the rifted cloud. Tae ripping water danced and sang: the miner’s laugh and shout Rang out as he the cradle rocked, or caught the silver trout, * Then all of natuwre’s face was gay, the stream with margins green, Still murmured on toward the sea through many a sylvan scene, i. Te wl.