The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1912-02-22

Are born; He breathes upon the Ocean
and
The land appears, the mountains rise
and fall
At His command; He changes land
scapes at
His will and so we say these noun
tains and
These wales may be the afterthoughts
Worked out in all the plan of His Gre
alton.
With no desire to speak irrev 'rently,
So let this be most sacred commentary
On the work he did for us. The noun
tains,
Hills and wales, majestic river rushing
Onward to the Sea; the little streams
That come from out the depths of
mountain gorge
So pure and free and cool the plung-
ing rivers
Dash and foam with endless roar so
fresh
From glaciers icy bed; the stately
pines
That sing melody so sweet and rich
The air is filled with fragrance from
their breath,
And as they swing they sway and seem
to clap
Their hands in very glee: the somber
mountains,
Velvet covered. easy sloping sides,
Huge, grim, giants in repose;
The once still valley pulsing every fiber
OF its being, filed with life and health
And strength; the tall bleak sentry.
oh so still,
Ice ribbed, robe of spotless white,
proudest
Monarch of the Cascade range: the
fleecy clOudlets
As we've watched them in the valley of
White Salmon form and pile and roll
away;
Or their antics on Hoods summit, har-
binger
OF bad ana good, and the Siwash needs
No other weather forecast than the
cloudland
And Mount Hood.
We're surrounded by so many wonders
And surprises, fascinated by so
So many panoramic views, yet
The most surprising thing about us, is
that
Any one can live amidst the grandeur,
And see but nature midst the beauty of
1t all. We're constrained to say this
for
The reason, some say they cannot see
Him in
The brock. the tree, the waterfall
and this
Is just the nearest infinite can reach
Down to finite. If we cannot see Him
In the earthquake or the wind storm,
we can
Hear Him in the "Voice" that's
Still" and small. "
Let there be no misconception. these
things
Natural are not God, but His thoughts
In which He would reveal Himself
to us.
Can we not see Him, the Designer?
Why try to find natural cause?
Dlspel that specializing doctrine,
He is the Head, He made the laws.
When first we saw the garden it was
in the wild,
With avenues directing everywhere,
The drlyeWays were much better than
the road macadam now
A winding, smooth. romantic thor
Oughfare;
The heavy teams of traffic, the super
visor S pIow
Had not disturbed the virgin beauty
three.
We do not ask that time be backward
turned
A score of years, that we begin anew
The solemn struggle of develompent.
For we prefer that it remain pleasant
Memory. Wen not forget the merry
crowd,
The eoasting on the hill, when Hartley,
Cush Luckey, Brosius led the chase,
The heavy bobs with Mercer at the
helm,
The COW that failed to get awav in
time
The COW that rode the bobs in front
sublime
Then rolled off in the snow, to right,
betime,
The yelling crowd to left, with din
enough
To call the fire department which was
not.
Wen not forget the simple life, the
social
Trend, when there were no strained,
self appointed
"Sets, when friend grasped hand of
friend and said
"My brother how dye do?" Will not
complain,
Just note the difference wen not for
get
The ranchers as they toiled from early
Monday
Morn till Saturday at night a working /
At the mills to purchase bread for
homes.
Well not forget the impetus that came
When Davenport went up the stream
and sent
The water down; the mills began to
look
elsewhere for men; the smoke from
clearings day
and night was seen. Wen not forget
how Sears and
Porter pulled the stumps and blew the
rocks
And drove the opening wedge to start
the fruit
Commercially, and how their friends
and neighbors
Pitied them while toiling there alone.
Well not forget the STAR Bert Stran- !
ahan
And Haynes hung in the lone, tall pine,
And made two trips to top. forgot the
match
And then removed again ere break of
day
How wise astronomers then tried to
show
Why that bright planet should appear
in that
Same place in just that self-same way,
ard figured
On the speed and distance from the
Earth.
Lest we forget, we'll treasure all the
joys
And sorrows, joys that come to every
one
In building up the home, the sadness
due
To all mankind. (has come to rs ! in /