The Garden Of The Gods

Benenth the rocky peak th:it hides in clouds its snow-tlecked crest, AA ithin tlicse crimson crug:, ubides An Oriënt in the West. These tints of fíame, these myriad dycs, This Kastern desert ca lm, Shnuld catch the gleam of Syrian skïcs. Ui shude of Kgypt's palm. As if to bar the dawn's first light . ""ÍFV" "= crus are hung ; As il trom bluai s frowning hcltlU These riyen tables flung. But not the Orient's drowsy gaze, Young Empire's opening lids Greet these strangc shapes, ufearlier days Than Sphinx or Hyraiuids. Here the New V st its wealth unlocks, And tears the veil aside Which hid the mystic gludes and rock The Hed man dcined. This greensward girt with tongues of tiame, With spectra! pillars strewn, Xot strangely did the savage name A haunt 01 gods unknown. Hard by the gentle Manitou His hearing fountains poured; Bliwd-red, against the cloudless blue, These storm-tossed TiUos soared. Not carved by art, or man's device, Nor shaped by human hand, Tliese altars, meet for sacritice, Thls temple, vast and grand. With torrents wild nnd tempest blast. And fierce volcanic tires, In secret moulds, has Nature cast Her monoliths and spires. Their shadows Hnger where we tread, Their beauty filis the place: A broken shnne- its votaries ñed- A spurned andvanished race. Untouched by Time the garden gleams, Unplucked' the wild flower thtnes, And the KKied suitmiit's ritted scan Are brighi witli glisteuing pines. And still the guilelets heart thut fnittt At Nature's ftet raay rind. VVithin the rosy, sun-ht gates, A hidden glury shrïned; His presence feel to whom, in fear, LJntaught, the prayed, And, listcning in the garden, hear His voice. nor be atraid.