. The mountains about Williamstown . A BROOK WITH THE DOME IN THE DISTANCE A path of silver oer a jewelled groundWhich far away toward heaven-like momitaiiis wound.—Page 85 87 88 TKe Mountains About Williamsto-wn With which fair fancy lured those dreamy older age has dropt the young worlds joys,And takes life earnestly; but it employsIts ardor too much like an oergrown boys,Whose fist and arm, so often plied in strife,But show his brain is weak. There are in lifeDeep truths we value not. We rend apartThe forms of nature, but have little heartTo prize the hints to thought that meet o
. The mountains about Williamstown . A BROOK WITH THE DOME IN THE DISTANCE A path of silver oer a jewelled groundWhich far away toward heaven-like momitaiiis wound.—Page 85 87 88 TKe Mountains About Williamsto-wn With which fair fancy lured those dreamy older age has dropt the young worlds joys,And takes life earnestly; but it employsIts ardor too much like an oergrown boys,Whose fist and arm, so often plied in strife,But show his brain is weak. There are in lifeDeep truths we value not. We rend apartThe forms of nature, but have little heartTo prize the hints to thought that meet our we forget that mysteries too are true;And we forget the bourn beyond the blue;And we forget about the silent pall;And faith, which only holds the key of all. He turnd away; and I, who, well pleased, heard,Could not but follow him. Without a wordWe walkd at first, Hke pilgrims near a shrineThey much revere, who, fiUd with thrills too fineTo throb through words accented, satisfy. MISSION PARK MONUMENT And we forget about the silent faith which only holds the key of all.—Page 88 go TKe Mountains About Williamsto-wn Their souls by feeling that the god is , how many a thought, he said at last,Whose accents reach us through the rustling blast,Whose meaning seems inscribed in circling outlines of the rocks, the trees, the void of purport to the soul whose eyesHave never yet been taught to know and prizeThe purpose underneath! Forms can impartTheir import only to a feeling heart. All things created can for thought procureNo more than ones creative thoughts conjureFrom out their forms. A likeness in them speaksTo like in us, the while our spirit seeksClose contact with their own. For nature isTransparent, and reveals her mysteriesTo mortals only whose own sympathiesMake them transparent, opening all betweenThemselves and nature, so that naught can screen A. Woodland Reverie 91 Her inmost meaning from their inmost mind-Such spiri
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