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Show SALT LAKE BAYS. Written for Tho Tribune. Could my pen or pencil picture Duys like thoso in old Salt Lake? When the valley hung in peach bloom Every trco a riass of llakol How those mountains rise before me! Capped with cooling snow-crowned white Evcrylanting hills of glory! Quenching fast the thirsty 3lght, Sunset on tho lake to westward I Will my eyes again be blest? Splendid splendor of horizon! Orb of day ilurnal rest. And thoso nights! romantic ever; When tho moon her .qiell would caati If I could not live another, Would that such had been ray lastl Dome of tabernacle sprcadlngl Pinnacles of Tomplo high: What was then the fascination That I left you with a jfisin? Somothlng in tho richly laden Air of days In old Salt Lake; Something which I charlan dearly! Though it cause my hear; an nche. But I know that I cm gainer Though I lose tho local way 6: And the selfish prnver I prav is: "Give mo more of Salt lak"o days'!'' STANLEY VANTASSEI. |