THE PIONEER ODE.
UHE many thousands composing the brilliant assemblage at the grand concert given in honor of the Pioneers on the evening following the reception, will never forget the effect produced by the Pioneer Ode, composed by Professor Evan Stephens, leader of the Tabernacle Choir, and rendered for the first time in public on that occasion. This magnificent piece of music�probably the most artistic production of its kind that Utah can boast�was the prize-winner in a contest inaugurated by the Commission among the musicians of the State. The following lines, adapted from a poem written some years previously by Bishop O. F. Whitney, were made the literary basis of the contest:
Hail to the Year of Jubilee I
Let pealingf anthems rise, And bursts of echoing; melody
Loud ming-le with the skies! Let earth resound with music's power,
Glad welcoming the year When Utah sees her natal hour
The fiftieth time appear!
Far down the mystic river of the mind
A fleet of recollections slowly wind;
A wreath of flowers from fancy's garden brought.
Historic views on memory's canvas wrought.
Lo! Issuing- from the canyon's rough defile,
Where frowns on either side a lofty pile,
A little band of sunburnt mountaineers
Halt on the ridge whose milder summit rears
The towering peaks and plain to intervene,
And gaze with wonder on the glorious scene.
Ah! marvel nothing if the eye may trace
The care lines on each toil-worn hero's face,
Nor yet if down his cheek in silent show
The trickling tides of tender feeling flow.
Would e'en the coldest heart forbear to say,
Good cause had gratitude to weep that day?
Or censure for a flow of manly tears
That brave-souled band�immortal Pioneers?
Their names? Go view them on the Golden Page,
The gift of glory to remotest age,
The van of civilization's westward sweep,
The few that sowed what millions yet shall reap.