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About The west shore. (Portland, Or.) 1875-1891 | View Entire Issue (March 1, 1888)
THE WEST SHORE. 123 sources, any one of which, in itself, has been sufficient to build up and support large cities. Coal, iron, cop per, lime, the precious metals, extensive grain-producing prairies, rich alluvial-deposit valleys, and vir gin forests of valuable timber, are some of the natur al resources from which Tacoma will draw the nour ishment necessary for its rapid growth. Add to these, perfect location for the commerce of the world, al ready extensive and rapidly increasing rail facilities for the development of trado with tho interior, an al ways temperate, equable and healthfal clim&to, unex celled natural location, as regards townsito, a wide awake, self-reliant, progressive population, and you have a combination of elements, each of which, in it self, is a powerful auxiliary in city building, bat to gether, will be all powerful and irresiBtable in push ing Tacoma to the front rank among tho cities of tho United States, in rapid and substantial growth. THE SHIP THAT NEVER GAME. How ofton in my boyhood tiny 8 I've stood upon Lifii'H main And gazed ufar, with unxioiw cyua, For the nhip that never came. Oil, hip on the dark blue jm-u! Oh, nliip on the bright, blue nky! Your hold in laden down for me, Hut naught of thee in nigh. Again in manhoood'H prime I've looked and longed in vuin, How often have I Hearchcd the irt For that tdiip that never came. Oh, whip on tho troubled ea! Oh, whip on tho clouded ky! I'm longing and waiting for thee, But naught of thee yet demty. And now in my feeble uge, Although I knew 'twan vuin, I've HometimeH yet looked forth For tho uhip that never came. Oh, ship ho long pant due! Oh, ship, Ifcar.toolaUi! I go where I need not you, And now no longer wait. Oh, U-autiful xhin of Fate, hat on the ocean of Life, That wrcek on tho treacheroun nU, And come not to tho) who watt! We look for thee in our youth, We long for thee in our prime, In our tottering, f.fblo age, Down to the end of time.