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Thy deep soil, the zeal of the farmers inspire
To raise bountiful crops as the heart could desire—
And viewing the fulness of the rich golden ear,
Often buoys up the heart of the lone pioneer;
Thy forests are dense—romantic'ly grand,
And seem to have been sown by an unsparing hand;
Thy prairies are ample—enough to support
Some thousands of pilgrims that here may resort;
The Yam Hill and Tualaty, none of the least
In point of fertility, will rival the east.
Thy rivers will rank with the grandest now known,
And Columbias' dark waters, which for ages have borne
But the rude Indian barque, in future will bear
Upon her broad bosom the American star;
And Multnomah, whose waters, like crystal, are clear,
In pages of interest, thy name will appear;
And thy mountains of snow, eternal, shall stand
The guide of the wanderer, to thy distant land.
St. Helen can boast with her niveous crown,
Of being the foremost in point of renown;
Like a cloud in the distance, resplendently bright,
Mount Hood may be known by her towering height.
Hail! Oregon, hail! I'm contented to be
A son of thy fortunes—untrammel'd and free.
FEBRUARY 15, 1845
D. D.
To raise bountiful crops as the heart could desire—
And viewing the fulness of the rich golden ear,
Often buoys up the heart of the lone pioneer;
Thy forests are dense—romantic'ly grand,
And seem to have been sown by an unsparing hand;
Thy prairies are ample—enough to support
Some thousands of pilgrims that here may resort;
The Yam Hill and Tualaty, none of the least
In point of fertility, will rival the east.
Thy rivers will rank with the grandest now known,
And Columbias' dark waters, which for ages have borne
But the rude Indian barque, in future will bear
Upon her broad bosom the American star;
And Multnomah, whose waters, like crystal, are clear,
In pages of interest, thy name will appear;
And thy mountains of snow, eternal, shall stand
The guide of the wanderer, to thy distant land.
St. Helen can boast with her niveous crown,
Of being the foremost in point of renown;
Like a cloud in the distance, resplendently bright,
Mount Hood may be known by her towering height.
Hail! Oregon, hail! I'm contented to be
A son of thy fortunes—untrammel'd and free.
FEBRUARY 15, 1845
D. D.
5
Political Dialogue
"Communicated for the Spectator." In the Oregon Spectator for May 28, 1846
Hallo, friend! who do you vote for out of all these candidates?
Well, there is a precious sight of 'em, surely; but I rather think I shall give the General a pop.
Ah, indeed! What are your reasons?
Why, he says he's going for to move Oregon City down
