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Show Uinta's Treasure In any land is there more pleasure. Than when great beauty meets the eye? See then, the blue-cast giants Towering to the cloudless sky. j Feel then, a new sensation Each time their wonders greet your sight. By day so strong and all enduring, So soft and mystic in the night. I feast my eyes upon such grandeur From rolling fields to flat top hills. And up unto the bounteous mountains. A scene, the source of endless thrills- I breathe my thanks, that these great mountains Beneath their blue-grey veil of haze. Shall always be, that man may ever Upon such treasures rest his gaze. By James O. Dean 319 Quince Street Salt Lake City 3, Utah |