Show A SHADOW OF THE ROOKIES The mountains from my window Ho out rolled Their solemn peaks with coronals oC snow Oer which the fires of dawn and sunset flow And keen high ridges by fierce windS patrolled With evening comes n mighty shadow cold Across my doorway as the sun sinks low And high above tho loftier summits show Faint as tho twilight tames their outlines out-lines bold Then from lie heights tho spirit of repose re-pose Steals earthward with the peace that long has lain Secure amId the deep untrodden snows A shadow stream for which my soul la fain That from the towering peak of silence flows d And pours its balm upon the tolling plain Meredith Nicholson la September Century Cen-tury |