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 By RICH. GAALD j^^^^^-A, 
 
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 COPYRIGHT 1911 
 By G. A. ALDRICH 
 
NIL DESPERANDUM 
 
 Methought I had the Muse encaged 
 In tinted realms of soul; 
 Where many-colored wars are waged 
 To find purposeless goal. 
 I seemed secure in poesie; 
 In roseate land of mind : 
 Perfumed of scented bath rosey; 
 The enervating kind. 
 
 n. 
 
 Methought I knew the sainted path 
 
 Of ruddy-fingered dream; 
 
 Of imagery, also, that hath 
 
 The potency of stream. 
 
 I felt I mastered rhyme divine ; 
 
 Heaven ; infinitude ; 
 
 And every rhythmic verbal sign, 
 
 Poetic desuetude. 
 
 III. 
 
 Hold! See, I have these virtues still! 
 
 This-fancy crowning art. 
 
 Like sun-burst in the bosom, will 
 
 Inspire to the part. 
 
 Haste, haste, the pen, pigment and brush, 
 
 Parchment inspirited. 
 
 With silence of poetic hush 
 
 To speak when merited! 
 
FOREWORD 
 
 Tlie public is pitifully unaware of a certain inter- 
 esting discovery made meliiy yeat-s Ago by out most 
 eminent scientists resultant itpon their cheiiiistry 
 researches ; and meagerly published to the world. 
 Distilled or very pure water, such as snow or rain, 
 possesses stronger affinity for extraneous matter than 
 the lesser pure product. 
 
 A certain prominent American professor of chemis- 
 try has proven conclusively that distilled water will 
 absorb lead from conducting pip,es. 
 
 Obviously it is hot lacking in pertinency to presume 
 upon inevitable contamination of impounded waters 
 in the scoured regions of the high Sierras. 
 
 Waters of the lower regions are brought into contact 
 with salt-bearing soils. These aid very materially in 
 preserving them. 
 
 There can be no objections, we think, to the flowing 
 
 waters of the higher regions. 
 
 THE AUTHOR. 
 
AN EPIC OF THE SOUTH WEST. 
 
 We sing soft strains of fairy lands; 
 
 Of occidental Earth, 
 We sing sweet songs, ethereal bands 
 
 Of Muses once gave birth 
 In far-away wild Cathay realm, 
 
 This side Pacific wave; 
 Where no Odysseus held the helm, 
 
 No Aeneas wandered brave. 
 Where naught but hoary mountain height, 
 
 Green-capped in forestry. 
 Disputed daylight with deep night; 
 
 Grim Nature's chivalry. 
 Where boundless wilderness of sands. 
 
 Dust-ravaged, wind oppressed. 
 Stretched forth their gaunt be-fingered hands. 
 
 In sunburn gravely dressed. 
 Where cacti and coyote breathed 
 
 Defiance to the God; 
 When, in sharp thorns or fur-skin- sheathed, 
 
 They kissed the rattle-pod. 
 Where monster saurian out-bleached 
 
 Its rivalling reptile-horde: 
 Horrific caudal-fixture stretched 
 
 Prone forth upon the sod. 
 Where Myriad noxious atomae, 
 
 Too, vitiated all 
 Pertinent with our true botany. 
 
 Aye, Earth before, the Fall! 
 Where thirsty thirst, presuming, durst 
 
 Inveigle life away; 
 
Entrancing the righteous and cursed, 
 
 Return them clay to clay. 
 Where sweaty heat its thousand feet 
 
 Creeping, o'er-crawl and pierce 
 Animal flesh, with singeing heat, 
 
 Like fiery furnace fierce. 
 Where hillock and deep depression; 
 
 Arroj^o, and ravine; 
 Dishevelling plane-possession, 
 
 Lend romance to the scene. 
 Where neither man nor deity 
 
 Care ever to sojourn: 
 To change from things much more pretty; 
 
 Forswear them but to yearn. 
 Where clouds, and winds, and starry skies 
 
 Are scarce of Paradise: 
 Rotting flesh's akin to flies; 
 
 And gangrened men are lice. 
 Here, here we steer, with tremblous fear. 
 
 Our craft of fancy-flight: 
 Here, here we linger: what place queer 
 
 More truly horrid, quite? 
 
 On pinnacle of porphyry. 
 
 Sprung sheer from out the sand. 
 Silhouetted against the sky. 
 
 Two human figures stand. 
 Two human figures clad in health; 
 
 Bronze-tinted with the sun. 
 Limber-muscled; with tread of stealth. 
 
 Like reptile man doth shun. 
 Tall, straight they, both; of proper weight; 
 
 Grim featured; hard as stone: 
 One aged quite twenty years and eight; 
 
 The other thirty-one. 
 Like in stature; and like in strength; 
 
Like in their mental poise: 
 Like in their depth of soul, life-length, 
 
 Sonorousness of voice. 
 Americans two, these are; true 
 
 To ideal savagery. 
 Taught to do as wild Indians, too, 
 
 Devoid of imagery. 
 But rough and rugged, romantic 
 
 Soul, just beneath the burn. 
 Unbent through custom pedantic. 
 
 Can scarce escape this turn. 
 Americans two, these are; true 
 
 To ideal savagery. 
 Taught to think as wild Indians, too, 
 
 Devoid of imagery. 
 They stand and gaze, one quite amazed; 
 
 The other silent, glum: 
 They stand and gaze, with face upraised, 
 
 In stillness of the tomb. 
 They seem to peer into the queer 
 
 Depths of an airy haze : 
 One trembling slightly, as with fear; 
 
 The other firm of gaze. 
 They seem to peer into the queer 
 
 Unfathomable mist. 
 Enshrouding all the desert near; 
 
 Heat all a-quiver, twist. 
 Yea, at the edge of some mirage, 
 
 Intangible fay-glen. 
 They think they see another age; 
 
 Another race of men. 
 And myriad marvels consonant 
 
 With grotesque-fevered mind; 
 And fancy-tangled brain hard-bent 
 
 Such figured things to find. 
 For here, depicted in the air, 
 
Are forms in featured art; 
 Setting forth a romance most fair; , 
 
 An historical chart. 
 Strange stories told of things of old: 
 
 Of path-finding grandees. 
 Conqnistadores after gold; 
 
 Or (emptiness) for praise. 
 And trips of ships with shredded strips 
 
 Of storm-torn stained sails: 
 Of caballeros on whose lips 
 
 Played Castille's langorous tales; 
 Yea, trips of ships with shredded strips 
 
 Of wind-torn o'er- worked sails: 
 Gowned friars fresh from their choirs; 
 
 Or disciplining flails. 
 Bold feats of arms; freaks of charms; 
 
 Of manliness and men. 
 Of glancing eyes: of maidens' sighs; 
 
 Marvels of sword and pen. 
 For here depicted in the air, 
 
 Are forms in featured art: 
 Setting forth a romance most fair; 
 
 An historical chart. 
 
 What tune they gaze, steadfast, amazed 
 
 Upon the wondrous scene; 
 Warm, and o'er-pressed, with tense heat 
 glazed, 
 
 Mirage d-miracled screen. 
 What time they stood, in soberest mood. 
 
 Contemplative, and still! 
 Now, then, imagine, if one could. 
 
 The heart-felt human will, 
 That filled the then of these two men, 
 
 Discovered of the now: 
 That filled these bronzed persons, when 
 
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They saw beneath a brow 
 Of umber-colorecl tumulus, 
 
 Wandering hitherward. 
 What certainly seemed a monstrous 
 
 Serpent, horrid, untoward. 
 Seemed to them hyperbolean, 
 
 A giant metaphor. 
 Obscuring all else, puny, mean; 
 
 Devouring all before. 
 And miles, and miles, sinuous miles, , 
 
 This object manifest 
 Upon the sun-burnt desert tiles. 
 
 Did permanently rest. 
 Sparkling bright in the brilliant light, 
 
 A gTU'gling liquid stream. 
 Dazzling e'en the accustomed sight. 
 
 Startling all peace of dream, 
 A ravishing river, ever a-shimmer. 
 
 Pellucid watei' welcome, 
 Lost in perspective, dimmer and dimmer. 
 
 From distance seemed to come. 
 Wonder, wonder! God of Thunder! 
 
 It Avas the work of Man. 
 Else super-natural blunder; 
 
 Some freak of fairy-glen. 
 
 "Great Tutochanullah, father. 
 
 Worthy American : 
 Tissaak, noblest Indian mother. 
 
 Tell us of why and when 
 This freak, this streak of liquid leak, 
 
 This artifice of man 
 Is create? Oh, Great Father speak: 
 
 Enlighten if you can* 
 
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"Tell us if thy mighty spirit 
 Hath sanctioned all this art; 
 
 This work, this craft? Dost know of HI 
 Does it please thy great heart? 
 
 "Tell us why, our Mother Nature 
 
 Distort, must yield to plan. 
 Where every lovable feature 
 
 Rent, must be now by man?" 
 
 Thus spake he, the elder bronzed son 
 
 With hair just turning gray; 
 And bent he toward the other one 
 
 Gazing far, far away. 
 Then a reply, with long-drawn sigh, 
 
 The younger native vouched; 
 And pointing toward the Northern sky. 
 
 Lustrous, divinely touched, 
 Spake this: "Oh hear, my brother brave. 
 
 White man's v/ork is for naught. 
 Know yonder mountains' rocky cave. 
 
 Where this strange water's caught 
 Is where lie the great Gods entrapped. 
 
 Yosemite close by. 
 Walled in by country rough, frost-capped ; 
 
 O'er- topped with meager sky. 
 Is where lie the great Gods entrapped; 
 
 Thinkst thou they're not aware 
 Of how these men have map out-mapped 
 
 All Earth, except the air. 
 And even it, the atmosphere. 
 
 Must yield to White Man's way. 
 Exploited by airships most queer. 
 
 That dip, and "stoy" and "stay." 
 
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''Aye, brave the Gods; and mighty too"; 
 
 Responded he of age: 
 '5 But shrewd is man; ah, shrewd most true; 
 
 Yet hogs they, on rampage, 
 Runting, rooting, hunting, shooting; 
 
 The world must fall before ; 
 Wise they, as owls, always hooting, 
 
 Braggards they, ever-more. 
 Beat they will, these shrewd swine in swill ; 
 
 Attainment is the end. 
 Push until they have gained their will : 
 
 E'en too, the Gods must bend." 
 
 "Not so, not so, the scheme below 
 
 Must ignominiously 
 Go where all certain failures go: 
 
 Willy, nilly nilly. 
 Know ye brother yon widening bow; 
 
 Nestling amid the hills. 
 It is a lakelet which the snow 
 
 A-melt, plenteously fills. 
 See, the waters clear as crystal 
 
 Stagnate in the wide pool. 
 Browned, deep-hued, here make they tryst, till 
 
 Consumed by human fool. 
 Tell me can new snotv-water pure; 
 
 (Or rain-storm deftly caught;) 
 Impounded, many days endure 
 
 Fresh as tvhen first Hwas sought f 
 Know ye famed Mirror Lake, so-called f 
 
 (White Man thus nameth it) 
 Purest of water once; but galled; 
 
 Fever so shameth it. 
 Determine, then, the victory. 
 
 Shrewd Man yearns now to cry. 
 Shouting his valedictory 
 
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To artificial sky. 
 Vain, vain the brain of civic-stain, 
 
 Against wisest thunder. 
 Behold it is uniquely plain, 
 
 This aqueduct's blunder? 
 Then look, ye. East and West and South 
 
 To purify the sight. 
 Gaze not upon this work forsooth; 
 
 This artifice of night. 
 It ill-becomes the giant tomes 
 
 Of printed science neat. 
 To teach diseases for the homes 
 
 Where civilized men meet." 
 
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 A gust of wind, and swirl of sand; 
 
 Obscuring clouds of dust; 
 Obliterating all where stand 
 
 Those wise men, bronzed to rust; 
 A whirl, a puff, and then out-snuff 
 
 Our figures quaint of dream: 
 The Gods had spoken quite enough ; 
 
 The rest shall speak the stream. 
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 But, 'midst the mists, there still exists 
 
 A wholesome sentiment. 
 The world shall love, preserve in lists 
 
 V7ith all toward honor bent 
 Logical use, and not abuse 
 
 Of what our God has given. 
 Not wanton waste, by every ruse. 
 
 Of that for which we've striven. 
 In lines catchy, write Hetch Hetchy 
 
 With all we would cherish. 
 Contemned for e'er let the wretch be, 
 
 Desirous they perish. 
 
 The argument above would seem to suggest alteration in 
 the Los Angeles aqueduct design. Why not discard the 
 reservoir and other catchments ? 
 
 THE AUTHOR. 
 
Refrain, refrain thou fertile brain 
 
 Ambitious to impound 
 Tuohunne, swirling toward the plain 
 
 With troubled angry sound. 
 Desist, desist. Cease now thy jest, 
 
 Obviously thy fun: 
 Let Uncle Sam enjoy the rest; 
 
 And deem thy work well done. 
 Take the swirling waters plenty; 
 
 Pipe each pellucid drop. 
 But don't impound all that sent He: 
 
 A crystal skj^-born crop. 
 Oh wondrous feat ! Thou waters sweet 
 
 Logical, though odd. 
 O 'er-bubbling, thou in rhythmic feet 
 
 Areas wide of sod. 
 Gathering of salts; shedding of faults: 
 
 Conserving all its worth. 
 Good as when from High Heaven's vaults; 
 
 More consonant with Earth. 
 Branding on itself Spring Valley: 
 
 Proud to go in cool flow : 
 Gathering, with gushing rally, 
 
 Just what it, too, ought to. 
 This the water. Nature's daughter 
 
 Purity, must envy. 
 Truly never Nature sought a 
 
 Conservation like Thee. 
 
 Rich. Gaald. 
 1911. 
 
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