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Show The Arkansas in the Koyal Gorge. O, mighty crajrs, that rise on high M ith crested heads that touch the sky, Descending riveward below, And burd ned ;ale with year-round snow!' O, fretted vaults, and traceries keen. And lichens soft, fo:ever green! O, caverns boweled in the hill Where Nature's voice is never still! Why moans the river as it flees In surging wrath to silent seas? Its v ndrous voice sounds day and n'tht . In roaiiug, constant, babbling flight. Great frowning ramparts o'er it scowl, And hooied monk with granite cowl, From urial teat on giddy heitht. Both watch it pass beneath his sight Stand awed! It mutters, rises, roars, Then passes on to mystic shores. While man sits mute 'neath bowldered hei;:h To dumbly wonder whence its flight. Bach canon, cavern, misty fall, Doth add some secret to its brawl; It rolls along, a m'ghty stream. Ifs liquid o C3 t.ie mountain's dream. And pausing not in restless flight (ioes sighing, laughing, from man's sight; It rushes like the s ul of Time Through Great Divide to God's own c'.ime. Richard N'eils in Denver San. m |