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Show A Quaff From Nature's Magic Cup Oh, come with mo on a Bummer's day For n pleasant stroll in the canyon B"y; Pass over the bridge nnd up the hill, Where stands the busy flour mill. Then follow the musical, gurgling stream, Whose mossy banks nnd carpet of green, Leads up through shrubs nnd tangled vine, O'er moss-grown rocks where willows entwine With birch nnd oak to make a bower Where ono can pass a peaceful hour, Tho pine-scented breeze that is wafted waft-ed down From wooded slopes near the mountain's moun-tain's crown, Kisses tho brow moro tenderly Thnn lover could his bride-to-be. And ns wo gazo our souls mount up As if n quaff from some mngic cup With intoxicating power so rare Drives from our thoughts nil enrthlj core; And fills us with joy, nnd fnith, nnc lovo For that wondrous Being who reigns nbove. "Billy." Cedar City, May B, 1920. . |