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A LAST FLYING GLANCE AT MOUNT WASHINGTON.
Oh, lovely, soul-entrancing sight!
Mount Washington's majestic height
Soared to the sky, all glistening white!
Mount Washington's majestic height
Soared to the sky, all glistening white!
Leftward the mountain chain below
Stood stark and black against the glow
Of that high slope of dazzling snow.
Stood stark and black against the glow
Of that high slope of dazzling snow.
In front, for miles on miles outspread,
The vale was one great garden-bed
Of crimson, gold, and flaming red.
The vale was one great garden-bed
Of crimson, gold, and flaming red.
Winter stood facing Summer there,
And through the amber autumn air
Looked forth their mutual greeting fair.
And through the amber autumn air
Looked forth their mutual greeting fair.
Ah! all too swiftly from my sight
Was snatched that vision of delight,
Perchance for mortal eye too bright.
Was snatched that vision of delight,
Perchance for mortal eye too bright.
But pictured on the inner eye,
These revelations from on high
Shall last when earthly shadows fly.
These revelations from on high
Shall last when earthly shadows fly.
Beyond the reach of human art,
Engraved forever on the heart,
Such glories never can depart.
Engraved forever on the heart,
Such glories never can depart.
Oct. 8, 1880.
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