| O Crude, stupendous mass, of rugged mould,
Huge emblem of the adamantine past, My finite being shudders, stands aghast, Thy ponderous proportions to behold! Deep in thy bowels lay treasured wealth of gold, And radium, but these can ne'er be classed As treasures. Thy true riches are enmassed In the majesty, the grandeur we behold. Let truth, like thee, eternal, ever stand. Let virtue as exalted ever be, And firm as those stone cliffs sublime and grand Let faith endure thruout eternity. O cloud-cleft summit, piercing thru the skies, Show mankind, higher, nobler destinies. __Colfax Burgoyne Harman |
Poems Of Sentiment
Colfax Burgoyne Harman
(Valley Falls, Kansas: Harman Publishing. 1905)
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