|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)