The Newtown bee., 1908-07-17
HOME NEWS. PISGAH.

 "To him, who, in the love of Nature
 holds
 Communion with her visible form, she
 speaks
 A various language.
 William Cullen Bryant. 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 her time, and then did die. Tell US, who can, did earthquake shock Pike up that vast stupendous rock Or did some great convulsion grand Roll back the flood and bare the lanc, That left the mountain peak so high It seems almost to touch the sky? Thou Tt gazed upon from day to day. By those who pass along that way a 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 vast 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 P htatuck? What human foot did first intrude To break the death like solitude That reigned, as part of 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 Saviour 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 Until, 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 mosses on thy breast. The laurel, green, that tries it best Mid rocky crevices to cling And let June sunshine, fiow'ret bring i; The little wild flowers that do creep. From mountains base, up craggy steep, The woodbine twined among the trees; i; The birch leaf trembling in the breeze i; The underbrush. all one festoon, With celmatis in wealth of bloom; The grape vine with it's 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 end To those who find in thee a 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 Fale Face came to dwell, The Indian roamed thee o'er for game, And gave to every spot some name And called the laughing, sparkling
 brook
 That laps thy base, the Pohtatuck. 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 of granite rocks piled high, For backgroud. the blue western sky. The sun, thy brow does kiss by day, The evening shadows ,o'er thee play, While from above, the stars look down Upon thy rocks cold, still and brown, In summers heat, the great black cloud Bursts OCT thy head in thunder loud; The rains in fury on thee dash, While zig-zag down. the lightnings And, when are over, Summer showers And faded are the Autumn flowers, Old Winter, with its chilling blast, Does, over thee its mantle cast. Tvs II Il II. l.