The Nevada Democrat., 1858-05-05
C0Gf From, the San Francisco Globe.
Morning in the Mountains.

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The-morning Is up and the earth is all glee--
Her glories are cleaning from rock and from tree,
And my steps are away to the wild mountain side
Where tower the fir and the pine In their pride.
look afar and around where so barren and bleak,
In an endless succession of peak after peak,
The hoary mountains rise with their feet clad In green,
While snowy white wreaths on their SUBMITS
Those nearest are bright with the rose tnts of morn
Z Those farthest, thin blue mis- Of beauty adorn-
And every gradaton of color is seen
To linger and play on the bald peaks between
How lovely the scene thus spread out to tho eye
Tho glores of earth and the glories Of sky
Are blended so nicely, shade moro or less
Would destroy the charm Of its full perfectness.
And see now where Clear Creek comes bounding along
With footsteps all feetness and voice all song,
While hther and thither strangely she goes,
One scarcely knows whittier her bright water flows.
For now she goes creeping where slopes the hill down,
And now wildly leapng where wildly rocks frown,
And now like a child all latigued in its play,
She rests mid the flowers then dashes away.
IT'S said that her lover Is hid In these hills,
Besporting himself with the wild mountain rills,
And blinded by love and the trees on her banks
She plays in search for him all these wild pranks.
But she finds him at last in his green haunts away,
And, D how she laughs as she dashes the spray
From her gay sunny rnglets--then joyously
They flow with their bright waves all mingled in one
But mark that Tine bird nlgn poised IN tne ar
'Tis something Pm sure, that is worth being seen,
His look is so eager, his eye is so keen.
With sudden quick motion and wings close to side,
Like he falls and the waters divide
For moment now lost but soon reapLeas,
And proudly his prey in his alons he bears.
Rejoice, thou winged angler. in feat so well dene
For surely deserved is the prize thou hast won
Yet haste. be away for vision as keen
As thy own, from afar all thy movements has seen.
And see now he comes with pnion and eve
Which proclaim him the monarch fast cleavng the sky
And I what rushing and tapping OF wings,
As wild from his perch the poor isher-brd springs.
Now down to the earth you can mark their wild flight
Now up in the air to the limits Of sight
Now doublings full many our bold sailor tries
TO elude the pursuit of the King Of the Skies.
But fsher-bird. fisher bird, vain is thy hight--
Thy fine trout must go tribute to might,
And well for thy plumage that high in the air,
Thy talons unclose on the burthen they bear.
And, shame that pirate king See how he springs
With look full of triumph and downward turned wings
And seizes In mid-ar the fisher birds prey,
And proudly he scars to his eyrie away.
Thus pleasant II Is, in the mornings sweet prime
To lay aside care and the tall hills to climb
To feel, though encompass'd by troubles below,
We here bid them thus iar and no farther go.
The mind, too exults in n life more intense
How quicken'd is thought. and enlivend the sense
We feel as each moment flies hurrying on,
gem Of rare price from pleasures has gone.
Then here where the mountain breeze makes this pine
harp OF rich melody, let me recline,
And reyel the morning with nature alone
Her works OF wild beauty and dreams OF my own.
And not till tie morn with her mellowing beam,
Has tipt the wild mountains and sver'd tho stream,
Shall my steps, all reluctant, descend to the plain
To minge with men ON the morrow again