. The mountains about Williamstown . THE GREYLOCK RANGE FROM BELLOWS PfPE How I love your forms that standSo beautiful, so bleak, so grim, so grand. — Page 96 97 98 THe Movintains About Williamsto-wn When other friends are lost or sadly strange,Ye stand familiar still, ye do not when all else abides as now no you I still may see the forms I loved of yore. Ye moimts deserve long life. Your peaks at dawnCatch light no sooner from the night withdrawn,Than those ye rear see truth, when brave men vowTo serve the serf, and bid the despot vales below, if tyrants make men mil
. The mountains about Williamstown . THE GREYLOCK RANGE FROM BELLOWS PfPE How I love your forms that standSo beautiful, so bleak, so grim, so grand. — Page 96 97 98 THe Movintains About Williamsto-wn When other friends are lost or sadly strange,Ye stand familiar still, ye do not when all else abides as now no you I still may see the forms I loved of yore. Ye moimts deserve long life. Your peaks at dawnCatch light no sooner from the night withdrawn,Than those ye rear see truth, when brave men vowTo serve the serf, and bid the despot vales below, if tyrants make men mild,The weak who scale your sides learn winds are beasts break loose, and birds awakend if in deepest sleep they dreamd of being free. High homes of manhood, human lips can phraseNo tribute fit to echo half your Piedmonts church and Ziskas rock-walld see,By Swiss and Scot who left their children GREYLOCK FROM A SHOULDER OF THE DOME ]]hcn other friends are lost or sadly strange,Ye stand familiar still, ye do not change.— g8 99 100 XKe Movintains About W^illiamsto-wn By our New England, when she named him knaveWho, flankd by bloodhounds, chased his fleeing ye like them, whose memories, ever far above earths lords, as ye above its land. Ay, stand like monuments in lasting stone To souls as lofty as the world has known. Ye fitly symbol, when with kindling light The dawn and sunset gild your summits white, The glories of their pure, aspiring worth Who aimd at stars to feed the hopes of earth; And fitly point where they, in brighter skies. View grander scenes than yours where your heights cannot rise. 1913 illl ll 1 if I !|Jlli1 ff - 1 I C iilil f 11 iliili! ;! 1 g^ i iilil ;; 1 lllllll LIBRARY OF CONGRESS ■■■■■III 0 016 165 710 4
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