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Show WIND-STORM AND MOONLIGHT ON PUQET SOUND. BY MYRA R. LIBBY Whon the day or rain had ended, And Its darkling showers blended With tho dusk or stately forest range! along tho guarding shore; Then there came the vision splendid, Night's proud Empress came, attended By the myriad cloud-formed legions that tier flashing banners bore. Upward, outward, seaward sweeping, Moved the stately pageant, keeping Time to strains or thrilling music, past U10 wako or mortal hand; Sounds or waves in light uplcaplng, Chords from rorcsts wild, unsleeping, Rank that mighty diapason o'er the wakened sua and land. Was tho will to man's our mistakon, Or did rorest aisles awakon To tho piercing whir or arrows, to tho rod man's call and cry; Wero the "Happy Lands" rorsakon, Woro tho old trails onco more takon Did thoy hold again tho woodlands, did thoy light ana yoll and die. Ah, the Sound's great heart was htntlng in a tumult wild, repeating All tho mystic, mighty meanings or tho moonlight and tho wind; Silvered waves in squadrons meeting, , Now advancing, now retreating, Told the story o'er till morning lort thu regal night behind. |