The Newtown bee., 1891-05-08
NUMBER 19.
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Sandy Hook Mountain.

Old Pisgah, with thy moss clad peak, How much, if thou couldst only speak, CouldSt thou to us, past secrets tell Of generations that did dwell In sight of thee, long years gone by, Who lived their time and then did die. Tellus who can, did earthquake shock Pile up that vast, stupendous rock, Or did some great convulsion grand Roll back the flood and bare the land, That left the mountain peak so high It seems almost to touch the sky? Thon'rt gazed upon, from day to day, By those who pass along that way And ever, still, the wonder grows From what, from where, and how arose That mighty bulwark, coldly grand, That, long as Time does last, will stand. How old art thou? Say,wast thou born When God announced Creations morn? Vast thou among the things that stood When word went forth that all was "good?" Speak, Pisgah, canst thou tell it me, Who,when and where they christened thee? Whose curious eye was first to look From thee down on the Pohtatuck? What human foot did first intrude To break the death-lize solitude That reigned as part ot Gods great plan Before the birth Of primal man? Was thy old ragged, rock ribbed crest Covered OCT with water with the rest, When Noah in the ark did ride,
 Until the waters did subside?
 Those boulders at thy feet that lie, Can any give the reason why
 They broke apart from off thy side And down the ragged steep did slide? Perhaps it was, the rocks did rend When died for man the sinners Friend; With pierced hands and feet and side, Our Savior Christ was crucified
 With questions thus we long might dwell, But the bare facts, pray, who can tell? We know not now, may never know In just what way the mountains grow. They came forth from their Makers hand And by His fiat they will stand
 Cutil, proclaimed from shore to shore, That Time itself shall be no more. Thy craggy front, that looks so bold; Thy hemlocks grand now grown so old; The velvet moses on thy breast; The laurel green, that tries its best Mid rocky crevices to cling
 And let June sunshine fiow'rets bring; The little wild flowers that do creep, Fro From mountains base, up oraggy steep; The birch leaf trembling in the breeze; The underbrush, all one festoon,
 With clematls in wealth of bloom; The grapevine with its arms outspread, With purple clusters hung o'erhead; The pictures on thy mountain wall That burst with glory every Fall; The wild bird, that, of man so shy, Flies in and out as he goes by;
 The hated snake that slowly crawls Along thy rough and ragged walls; The cunning fox that deftly hides Amid the hooks in thy wild sides These, one and all, do some charm lend To those who find in thee friend. Time was, when wolf and bear did prowl Where now we only hear the owl, And out from underneath the brake Did crawl the poison rattleSnake: While overhead, in sky's deep blue, The eagle, Bird of Freedom" flew How long the time, now none can tell, Before the Pale Face came to dwell, The Indian rOamed thee OCT tor game And gave to every spot some name; And called the laughing, sparkling brook That laps thy base, the Pohtatnck. He, fleet of foot, the deer did rout And in the brook did fish for trout; Roamed over valley, hill and plain, In heat and cold, sunshine and rain. The Indian went, the Pale Face came And still thou standest there the same. A mass Ot granite rocks piled high; For background, the blue western Sky The sun thy brow does kiss by day; The evening shadows OCT thee play; While, from above, the stars look down Upon thy rocks, cold, still and brown. In Summers heat, the great black cloud Bursts o Ter thy head with thunder loud; The rains in fury on thee dash, While, zig'Zag down, the lightnings fash And. when arc over Summer showers And faded are the Autumn flowers, Old Winter, with its chilling blast, Does over thee its mantle cast. Kings will die, thrones will crumblc From thy side the bOulders tumble But stand, thou dOst, in power sublime Cnshaken by the waves Ot Time. look upon thy gray, old stone And think upon the Past alone; w hlle down Times stream we each do glide Till ill Gods Acre, side by side, W e all do find a resting place, Long with the whole great human race: But there thou'lt stand, till that great day When Heaven and earth shall pass away
 May, lS9I. Il k. L. Johnson.