. Book of song poems. e spruce and cedars we pass by,The majestic monarchs of the forests seen, Rearing their heads over three hundred feet high,With their beautiful foliage of green. The liquid flames are faster rolling:Yonder is a lake in sight. Now we hear the shouts of triumph:It will stop his dreadful flight. A SONG OF SHOSHONE; IN beauty plays the great Shoshone^Pouring over its granite walls;Its sparkling waters like jewels thrownIn the sunlight around the falls. Of its wonders we will sing, As it doth in majesty roll;From other lands its treasures bring While moving onward to the goal.
. Book of song poems. e spruce and cedars we pass by,The majestic monarchs of the forests seen, Rearing their heads over three hundred feet high,With their beautiful foliage of green. The liquid flames are faster rolling:Yonder is a lake in sight. Now we hear the shouts of triumph:It will stop his dreadful flight. A SONG OF SHOSHONE; IN beauty plays the great Shoshone^Pouring over its granite walls;Its sparkling waters like jewels thrownIn the sunlight around the falls. Of its wonders we will sing, As it doth in majesty roll;From other lands its treasures bring While moving onward to the goal. enveloped in clouds of light,Its royal scepter, the rainbow, Forever singing of power and mightAs it doth its beauty show. As it pours down the great abyss,Dropping full two hundred feet, It is hidden by the deep mist, Over the rocks it makes its leap. O thou queen of Natures hand! Above the tempest thy voice is heard;Thou boldest now thy reins in hand, Thy robes are like a white-winged bird. August, 1905. 47. Cedar Stump in Washington. Some of these stumps are twenty feet across,They have a firm foundation too;Some families use them for a firm when the storms doth blow. WASHINGTON STATE SONG. WE are traveling through Washingtonstate,With its resources are very great;Of its beauties there well relate,So we have no time to wait; As we go, as we the silver and gold are found,And other minerals there abound,Plenty of grain by looking its fruits so juicy and sound, As we go, as we the fine, large distillsBy the beautiful, evergreen hills,With their brooks and rippling rills,A plenty of saw and shingle mills, As we go, as we go. With its cedars three hundred feet highAnd the many falls we pass snow-capped peaks in the sky;A part of the state is very dry, As we go, as we the deer, bear and wolverineAnd a plenty of sea birds are seen;With many a beautiful ravineShaded by the lofty evergreen, As we go, as we many a
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