. At early candle light and other poems. THE OLD TRAIL. & (^^HRO columns of cedars begirt withi^7; ferns, Over peaks where the piiions climbtogetherIn the crimson glow where the sunsetburns,And the purple fringe of the moun-tain heather;Where the otters pelt, in the emerald pool, Mid dancing foam-bells dives and glistens,And the ousel flutes in the aspens cool, Where the dappled deer, affrighted listens,When she hears our hoof-beats, far away,Runs the famous old trail to Santa Fe. A highway to heaven. The bearded and strongLeft white-topped wagons and weary cattle, And, bidding this sad old wo
. At early candle light and other poems. THE OLD TRAIL. & (^^HRO columns of cedars begirt withi^7; ferns, Over peaks where the piiions climbtogetherIn the crimson glow where the sunsetburns,And the purple fringe of the moun-tain heather;Where the otters pelt, in the emerald pool, Mid dancing foam-bells dives and glistens,And the ousel flutes in the aspens cool, Where the dappled deer, affrighted listens,When she hears our hoof-beats, far away,Runs the famous old trail to Santa Fe. A highway to heaven. The bearded and strongLeft white-topped wagons and weary cattle, And, bidding this sad old world So long,Their souls went out in the Indian battle, 45 46 THE OLD TRAIL Set free by the red Apache spears. In clumps of cactus their bones are sleeping,Strewn with the skeletons of their steers, And a rattlesnake in the white ribs creepingMakes a gruesome epitaph, Mate, I say,For a freighter who fought on the Santa Fe. Those tunicked old settlers were clear grit, And I reckon their w^omen even stancherOf soul, if a fellow will cipher it. You mi
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