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Nevada City and Old Deer Creek '49 to '88 by W K Weare (PH 3-3) (1888) (3 pages)
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Page: of 3
NEVADA CITY
AND
OLD DEER CREEK, “429 TO 8é
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.
Fresh forms of youth and beauty rise, like flowers ’round us twine,
The ivy still clings to the oak that lived in Forty-nine.
But still our memories wander back and when the truth is said,
We’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 Highty-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,
The creek which now is struggling on. a sluggish, turbid flood,
Was then as pure as when its source fell from the rifted cloud.
The tipping Water danced: and serge: the miner’s laugh and shout
Rang out as he the cradle rocked, ov caught the silver trout. °*Then all of nature’s face was gay, the stream with margins green,
Still murmured on toward the sea through many a sylvan scene,