. Book of song poems. stood for centuries of old;Well stop again and read of his fame, With foundations of silver and gold. He stands there a king, for many miles is seen, With his sparkling crown of snow; His rich gifts he doth bring, beneath his mantle green, As he doth his great majesty show. August, 1905. HERCULES PILLARS. ^^ ING, O sing of the wonders\_J And of the beauties of Hercules;See! They stand so proudly yonder,Out among the evergreen trees. 64 Sing, O sing your songs so clever,Where the Pillars of Hercules standOverlooking the Columbia RiverAnd the beauties of the land. Sing, O s
. Book of song poems. stood for centuries of old;Well stop again and read of his fame, With foundations of silver and gold. He stands there a king, for many miles is seen, With his sparkling crown of snow; His rich gifts he doth bring, beneath his mantle green, As he doth his great majesty show. August, 1905. HERCULES PILLARS. ^^ ING, O sing of the wonders\_J And of the beauties of Hercules;See! They stand so proudly yonder,Out among the evergreen trees. 64 Sing, O sing your songs so clever,Where the Pillars of Hercules standOverlooking the Columbia RiverAnd the beauties of the land. Sing, O sing your songs so sweetWhere the Pillars rear their heads, With the Columbia at their feetMoving over its gravel beds. Sing, O sing your songs of love; Of Hercules, built by Natures hand,Who rear their heads so far above As if to view the sceneries grand. Sing, O sing those wonders againAs we leave this lovely spot; Sing of the mountains and the plainsAnd of Hercules happy lot. September, 1905. 65 BOOK NUMBERTWO r\tW!. o . ^ O o o o >, ® -s -S 2 .4i^ ro ?^ ^^ -C -Q t. t3 o i^ fl o ® o £ o s o Z, ^ o CO •r-t 1—I O rt Oj ^ Ph _ <D f^ ^ cdCO 0 a u o o s « .2 fl O 03 0 2 03 S t^ 0 fa j:3 -4^ 11 5 3 S -^ o o a> ^ ^ ^ +3 M .2 ^ ^ .-s ^^ SONG OF THE COLUMBIA. NOW we visit the ColumbiaWhere its sparkling waters roll;By the mountains it is nourishedWith their waters pure and cold. Now well sing of the ColumbiaWhere its sparkling waters roll Onward to the Pacific Ocean—It will reach its final goal. We will gather of its treasures (Some lie buried neath the sands). Of its flowers, shells and pearls—See its beauties on every hand. We are floating as a feather Out over its waters blue;In its fragrance as the flowers, Peacefully on glides our canoe. Its banks are like the mountain chainsTowering neath th-e sunny sky; Now were passing the silvery streamsPouring over the precipice high. Still were moving toward the oceanAs if borne on the waves of light; Theres the fir, th
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