The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1902-11-09
NATURES SYMPHONY AND HUMAN SONG
IN UTAH DESCRIBED BY A LEBRITy
Professor william ApMadOe in October cambrian.

from natures symphony over 10
human song is not strained
transition. 1t is a most naturaland
pleasant one. Some time ago we quoted
the famous line-"The utterance of life
is a song, the symphony of nature" So
we thought and felt during one Satur-
day afternoon, when being taken by
Governor Thomas of Salt Lake City,
Utah, in q romantic carriage drive
through the beautiful resident portion
of the city, through its sensible, wide
streets, which are made picturesque by
stately rows of poplars, elnns and oaks,
and through the city's park on our way
to yonder gateway of the Big Cotton
wood canyon, sixteen miles away. 1t
appeared to be only four miles distant
at furthest. Governor Thomas re-
quested me to look across the valley,
and guess what the distance was be-
tween the granite rocks of the Big
Cottonwood and the towering rocks on
the other side The stranger viii surely
guess wide of the mark. Ny poor guess
deserved the good natured laugh of the
governor. The distance is twenty-five
miles. A stranger would assert in
strong language that it was only eight
or ten miles.
All along the beauteous valley there
are heard the anthems of the corn,
wheat, barley, the music of the green
grass" and babbling brooks, the songs of
the artisan, the milkmaid and the
armies of farmhands who have made
the wilderness blossom like the rose
all blending in one harmonious SYM
phony of the whole panorama. But
there is greater glory, a greater anthem
waiting US in the canyon" Governor
Thomas said; you will soon forget the
song of the valley. In a little while
the theme will be intensified sublimity.
promise you magnifcenee such as you
true were these wordsi The great
harmonies of the canyon came upon us
in understandable crescendos swelling
forth into symphonic poems of supreme
grandeur, uttering thoughts. and open
ing vistas of glory too profound and
divine for words. None of the greater
oet-musicians of the ages, and no
great pOet-musicians yet to be born
will ever be able to pen the Intensified
Sublimity' symphony of the Big Cot
tonwood canyon.
In Big Cottonwood.
While the rushing torrents below
turbulent waters of the eternal hills
tumble and toss huge bOulders as if
they were but tiny marbles, with their
thunderous music reverberating in the
caverns above, and eehoing from rock
TO rock; while the breezes wave a gen.
tie reverie among the branches of the
millions of cedar, pine and cottonwood
forests which adorn the terrific sleeps;
While granite sandstone, slate and
what not, from their tremendous preci-
pice pulpits and palisades thrust upon
us their rock testimony, their song
story of tumult, of molten warfare, of
defeat, disaster, victory and of eternal
laws not yet understood by man
while ali these panoramas overpower
the soul, there descends from the silent
and majestic rock cathedrals that
tower up in the bewildering heights,
from the Pliniimons upon PIinlimons,
Alps upon Alps. and Lebanons upon
Lebanons that are in symphonic com
munion with their Creator-there de-
scends from these sanctuaries the .'stilI
small voice" of the God presence, and
the fool who may say in his heart
that there is no Cod cannot give
tongue to his blasphemy in the pres
ence OF these divine harmonieS of crea.-
tive wisdom and majesty. No infdeI