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Overland Monthly


Vol. XXIII. (Second Series).—February, 1894.—No. 134



LINES ON THE EVERGREEN STATE.

MOUNT SI.

Beyond where peep the alders from the haze,
Where dew-cups' gold wealths all the winding ways,
What happy scenes rise on the vision's range!
The blossoming hops in generous yield,
That stand like Plenty's phalanx on the field;
The garden's scented tilth, the homely grange,
The streams sedate that o'er the meadows stray
In chapel glades to lisp an early prayer,
Where feathered throats in glad, wild morning air
Pour out the dedication hymn of day;

The far lined forests that forever roar,
Like some vast thing, along Pacific's shore,
Where flaky-maned the water war-steeds charge
Fiercely the bowlder-girted beach along;
Or, beat and baffled, the retreating throng
Falter and stumble from the cliff's rough marge;
Above there float like bergs on Zembla's seas,
Stainless and splendid in the diamond glist,
The chaste, white mountains o'er the valley mist,
Mute and eternal in a great wide ease.

SNOQUALMIE FALLS.

MOUNT TACOMA.

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