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Show Thru the World's Future Play Ground WITH THE SCOUTS Synopsis cf an Adilrcs at t lie I'ro-j'.ram I'ro-j'.ram ( iven by the Mt. Pleasant Pioneer Pio-neer Ilisrolieal Assoelalinn. itv c. v. s()I!i:nsi:n Threi' years ago the second of this District and a lew adults took a hike Their course ook them up Provo cay-"in cay-"in to lleber, Park City Salt Lake. They entered Salt Lake valley thru Kmi grill ion canyon. As they Immerged roin this historical canyon they caine .o a stone monument by the side of the road. The caravan liaull.ed, the spot proved to be where Brigham Young more thnn 75 years before raised up in his elbow from his sick bed In a arriage and looking out up on the ileak barron valley that lay before him nnlter "This is the place, drive on". 'The mute testimony of the truth of I is prophetic utterance lay spread out u'ln'-e our eyes In panoramic splendor To the left far ns the eye could see ,'or mountains a verable checker board if fields, orchards gardens, cities towns end what not. To the right lazily Salt Lai-.e City the beautiful in the lap of City Creek Canyon under the very hadow- of Ensign Peak. The New louse Build. ng. the Walker Bank. Des-ret Des-ret National Bank Bldg. Hotel Utah The Catholic Cathedral, that famed ivel lopped auditorium, the tabernackle "asl. of that the magnificent temple which was 40 years in the build ng upon the east tower of which is mounted a golden image with raised runipi t as ir in the act of renewing In- refrain "This is the place". The following summer took us into lie future play ground of the West Scenic Southern Utah. Time itself mi never blot from our memories our rapture and amazement as we walked iver the rim of the basin and behold he marvelous picture that met our ;i"e. A veritable labyrinth of fan-act fan-act ic form that defy description n a col- scheme that truly reflects he taloni. of an super artist, shades Horn a deeper crimson to a creamy vhite blending in such beautiful har ucny that one is literally entranced at he sight, of it. Thi- architecture is unique and subline sub-line and as one- sees the gentle move-in move-in ills of light an.i :hide as the sun inks low the west ' n horizon, th" in-peialion in-peialion of it all -'rv.'helms you, with 'he thot "This is ihe place". Another hop to.,k us to the rim of of another mountain and here distance eciv.ed to lend enchantment to the view for in the distance another picture rs if hanging on the mountain side the aine color scheme, the same archi-clure archi-clure but some what finer, more artis ic in finish, more modest, it was Cedar Breaks and seemed to say "This is the place". After noon of the following day found us driving up a picturesque box in Zion National park, Uie walls on 'ither side were massive and tall and lark, "but as we advanced well up in--.o the defile the colors began changing ind soon we found ourselves simply n another art room of the same artist it whno handiwork we had already stood amazed and thrilled. The architecture wan different, the nassive mountain walls of solid rock urperfluous rock in varied forms and walls shade towering thousands of feet ibove our heads made us feel as mere Aorms of the earth. Tli" climax was perhaps The Great White Throne". As we stood at its ease and peered it its massive colorful base magnificen-e magnificen-e the top of which is white and pure to our vision as the thrown of God v:e I'elt well nigh annihilated by the sanctity sanc-tity that stirred our souls and something some-thing akin to the still small voice said "This is the place". The next day the soothing flora and auna of the picturesque Kiabab Forest ecmed to quiet our nerves and lull-td us half asleep but we were doomed to Hidden and real awakening for about the noon hour we walked out on a rock iliff known as Bright Angle point, of the Grand Canyon of the Colorado. Speechless and amazed we stood clinging cling-ing to each other. The vision seemed more like a night mare than a reality that wonderous gorge, miles and miles across and so deep you scarcley think of looking for a bottom and if water alone would indicate the bottom we -;aw none. There it lay like the Great book of nature that it is its pages eloquently el-oquently telling the earths history of a million years or more. The same color xhtrae that now almost began to haunt us but an incomparable architecture, archi-tecture, unique and without a paraleU in the annals of history. The painful silence that pervaded ,his vast scene, thundered into our very beings "This is the place." Last August we mounted to the top of the world. The top at least of our immediate locality, we hiked the top of Timpanogas. It was some hikel Some adults foil by the way. The real scouts went to the top. It was a long , T.ig zag trail now thru banks of flowers now thru banks of snow, up, up, 8000 ! Ceet to the 12000 feet level. The needed ' rest that rewarded our climb was weU ; worth the effort, Truly we felt that we , were on top of the world. We could see ; 'East West North and South with noth- ing to obscure our view save the sky ' which softly draped the remodest peaks with a curtain of heavens own blue , At our feet but 8000 feet below lay a ; ?avden spot in summer attire, Pleasant ', Grove, American Fork, Lehl, to the South Provo Bench, Provo, in the dis- tance and to the westward that placid , fresh water lake which primitively ' was known among the Indians as , Timpanogus Lake. The rare mountain air. The preclp- itious cliff upon which we stood. The , scenery surpassing variation and extent t The thrill of being on the top of the ; world. There in one mighty chorus seemed to say indeed, "This is the ' place." , In conclusion let me dedicate to this J Prophetic utterance these few humble , but original lines. i t llt where the world is full and free , Where nature loudly calls to me 1 "This is the place, the place" Where the sky is Just a trifle' bluer Where friends are a little nearer truer, And faken Just a wee bit fewer, This Is the place, the pleoe. Where there is more of virture and less of vice. And moral strength above all price, "This Is the place, the place, Where women are truer and men are brave, Where children are helpful gental, btiavu And all alike dlsplse die knave, "This Is the place, the place. Where boys are gallent girls not vain, Where men are common and women plain. "This is the place, the plM." Where single bliss glials like a bau of sin. Where men think families just the thing, And children most welcome of anything any-thing "This is the place, the place" Where people live long If they like. If but they are pron to do the right, Where men grow old and still look Young. Whore aged are given to mirth and fun And grand parents think life Just begun "This is the place, the place." ' Vhere gentle zephere always blow, Where angles softly come and go, '"This is the place the place" Where the air resounding with seraphic sera-phic song. Where saints and cherubim Myrlath thong. There only God and the good belong, "This Is the place, the place. C. W. Sorensen. |