. Book of song poems. ow 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, the spruce and cedar—The peaceful ocean is in sight. 69 THE CEDARS. WELL sing of the lovely cedars,Like a giant, with twigs so high;Singof its rich, green mantleGracefully waving in the sky. See! Theyre monarchs of the valley,As for centuries they have stood Laughing there at the driving storm,A fine body of pinkish wood. It is used by the sailor On the vast, rolling deep;It is used by the woodman, A^shelter from the stor
. Book of song poems. ow 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, the spruce and cedar—The peaceful ocean is in sight. 69 THE CEDARS. WELL sing of the lovely cedars,Like a giant, with twigs so high;Singof its rich, green mantleGracefully waving in the sky. See! Theyre monarchs of the valley,As for centuries they have stood Laughing there at the driving storm,A fine body of pinkish wood. It is used by the sailor On the vast, rolling deep;It is used by the woodman, A^shelter from the storms they meet. Near their feet are the silvery their heads the mountain peaks, Where it stands there so firmlyWithin the great forests deep. We^will sing of the lovely cedars As we leave them far to other lands were going Well bid them a kind good-day. August, 1905 CRATER LAKE. THERES a lake on the mountainsFar above the rolling the golden sunbeams us sing of its beauties. 70. Ostrich. Farm in California. We view the large ostrich farm too,Where they have many birds together; Quite an industry we see as we go,They are raised for their fine feather. Theres a lake on the mountains, Some eight thousand feet high,Where the air is pure and bracing On the mountains where it lies. Theres a lake on the mountains— See its circling, silvery bands,Far above the streams and forests. As if to view the far-off lands. Theres a lake on the mountainsWhose banks are the rocky steeps. Where were sailing oer its treasures lie buried neath its feet. Theres a lake on the mountains, Spread out in beauty while the ages roll, In peace and quietude it rests. O if its beauties could only be told! August, 1905. THROUGH CALIFORNIA. WELL sing of California as we go;Of its wonders we will we move on in our see the mountains covered with snow. Well sing of California as we its fountains and medical lovely valleys and
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