Memory pictures of Puget Sound Region . e iton either side is raised to the breeze the glori-ous Stars and Stripes—Ah! that is it thathas been moving me most of all—the dear,bright beautiful Flag of my Country! Yes,surely that is it! And while I still sit gazingat the flag there comes bursting upon my raptattention a soul-stirring note, and I look be-neath the colors for its origin. The musicianshave doffed their caps and risen with one ac-cord, while the inspired leader, with a martialgesture that carries a world of meaning with it,and with each and every instrument in perfectsympathy with hi
Memory pictures of Puget Sound Region . e iton either side is raised to the breeze the glori-ous Stars and Stripes—Ah! that is it thathas been moving me most of all—the dear,bright beautiful Flag of my Country! Yes,surely that is it! And while I still sit gazingat the flag there comes bursting upon my raptattention a soul-stirring note, and I look be-neath the colors for its origin. The musicianshave doffed their caps and risen with one ac-cord, while the inspired leader, with a martialgesture that carries a world of meaning with it,and with each and every instrument in perfectsympathy with him, strikes up the all-mastering strains of The Star-Spangled Banner!Now I awake, and in an exultant enthusiasm, 44 Memory Pictures. rise with the vast throng and wave my hand-kerchief; while the shouts go up, the applauseresounds and every heart beats quick with holypatriotism and unbounded pride! My eyes look out again upon the scene througha tender mist, and I say once more, No, thereis no other land like this—0 my America I 45. THERES a white sky blown clear of allmists and darkness, as I have sometimesdreamed our eyes would be blown clearof all mystery and shadow—of all obliterat-ing clouds of trouble, by the winds of Heaven,could we but reach that land! O, the hope that springs up in the heart onsuch a morning—like the buoyancy of youthwith hopes and ambitions all aglow, thoughstill unformed and young—like the day of life!The early morn gives you but a dim, uncertainlight. Round about you sleep the realities oflife, while the earth is wrapped in up above the peaks the sky grows whitewith a silver light, as behind the barrier ofmountain range the sun creeps up with steadymarch, and theres a pale-gold fringe about each 47 Memory Pictures. of their brows like halos round the heads ofsaints. Soon we feel the warm light coming, and inan instant it leaps oer the ridge and throwsits yellow radiance over all below. Like the early morn of Life—the tints all
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