His hopes a prophecy fulfilled, -
The vision that he saw is ours,-
Ours the gift of heavenly powers,
A golden land of fruits and flowers, -
And deeds which have the ages thrilled.

Then backward Coronado bent

His course; sadly, slowly, unwept,
He went.

Here savage Virtue kept

Her reign, and here fair Pallas 12 slept In peace, till dawned a great event.

II.

THE ADVENT OF COLUMBIA AND THE NATAL SONG OF

KANSAS.

THREE hundred times and twelve, the great
Pendulum which measures on its arc
Both space and time, and there the dark
Mysteries of passing years doth mark,
Ticked out the coming of a state.

And in those years what change has come!
New empires rise while others die,-
Cities of old in ruins lie,-

And the new fret the vaulted sky,
With battlement and spacious dome.

And Europe's map, drawn in the face
Of deadly War, on bloody field,
Now sadly changed by those who wield
The diplomatic axe, and shield

The conquering heroes of the race.

As with a wizard's touch old Spain

Transformed; her knighthood gone, her star

Of glory set at Trafalgar;—
And yet fair Kansas, from afar,

Recalls the story of her reign.

Then came fair Science to indite

Her hymn, who with her hammer knocks High truths from out the solid rocks, And deftly cuts from Kansas blocks, Grander than Cnidian Aphrodite.

She holds within her mystic hand
The potent rod which doth unarm

The mighty Jove, she doth alarm

The thunderer on his throne, and charm His lightnings with her magic wand.

She hath disrobed the ancient myth,-
Tracked home the planets and the suns,-
Measured and weighed the minor ones:
Now dusts her scales of sundry tons,
And then the atoms weighs therewith.

She doth invade old Neptune's realm,-
Brings from his depths the hidden lore,—
Speaks through his waves from shore to shore,
And sets the trident that he bore,

On every sailor's prow and helm.

Cities unearthed stand forth and tell

Old tales. To sight comes back the place Where Virgil sat,and buried mace

Of high old courts, and Troy's proud race Appears again, where Priam fell.

Now the firm hand is laid on ghost

That haunts Arcadia's ancient shades,The veil is torn away, and fades

Upon our sight the phantom maids,
And gods, which the old classics boast.

From time's great depths, dark India speaks
A wisdom by the priests of old,—
And gods appear in mystic mold,
Fair, lotus-eyed, in snaky fold,
Or sit in snows on mountain peaks.

Great Egypt, mistress of the Nile,

In hieroglyphic lore appears,

Land of dark Memnon, and quaint seers,

And mystic rites; the sullen tears

Of Time make havoc of thy smile.

COLUMBIA.

Earth kissed the heaven, and then gave birth
To Tethys fair, whose soul on wings
Of fruitful love arose,-then springs
Immortal Doris forth, who brings
To manhood mighty sons of earth.

From these Columbia13 comes forth,
A nereid of the sea, where old
Oceanus keeps his watery fold,—

She comes with hair like floating gold,Star-gemmed her robe,― of priceless worth

Her band; and wiping from her head
The slimy wrongs which Ocean kept,
And blinding tears sad Misery wept;
Then on the surf-beat shore she stept,
And held aloft her hand, and said:

"From north to south, from east to west, To Truth and Liberty this land

I dedicate; and here shall stand

And live the right; here Law's command Shall reign, and here mankind be blest.

"Here soon shall rise the dazzling sun,
That gilds the shield of Liberty;-
Sweet Virtue here shall honored be,
Here shall I plant the fruitful tree;
Here give to earth a Washington.

“Here shall I raise the starry flag,
Now my encircling drapery,
And on its ample folds shall be
A constellation of the free.
Upon the highest mountain crag,

"And in the lowest vale or moat,

Upon the lakes and mighty streams On gulf and ocean's surge, its beams Shall fall on earth like angels' dreams,Here shall my proud flag freely float.