Sacramento City College - Pioneer Yearbook (Sacramento, CA)

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The Pioneers By Felix G. Pryme They came to the West when the West was young, And the star of its hope hung o’er them, Behind them the land that the bards had sung. And the world of their dreams before them. The gray, gray desert reached out to still Their hearts in the grim endeavor. But it held no dread for their quenchless will. With its “Westward! Westward ever!” But they march, they march to the long review. And they fade and die as the blossoms do. And they answer no more the call they knew. With its “Westward! Westward ever!” In desolate places or canyons gray The skulking savage was near, And the landmarks strewn on the dreary way Were the bones of the pioneer. O, they walked with Death, and they talked with Death, But they heeded his menace never. For a message came with its healing breath. With its “Westward! Westward ever!” O, they builded a state that is strong and great In lands that are fair as the gods create. But their hearts are stilled, and no more they wait For the “Westward! Westward ever!” Ah, men of the old, we have love for you, A love with our sorrow blended; We’ve a cheer and a tear for the ageing few. Thinned rank of a legion splendid. The deserts have blossomed, the hills rejoice— Bare fruit of your high endeavor— But your old hearts thrill to a long hushed voice. With its “Westward! Westward ever!” Oh, out of the haze of the sunset glow, Down to the shore where the last tides flow. You march, with a dream in your hearts, I know. Of the “Westward! Westward ever!” - { 14

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