60 msf Peak, and What It Saith. 



South Mountain, Cat Hole, by my side, 

 Almost as bold and steep as I, 



Majestic in their mountain pride. 

 Point their tall turrets to the sky. 



High Rock and Rattlesnake arise; 



Newgate and Talcott farther on ; 

 And resting on the northern skies, 



Proud peaks of Holyoke and Mt. Tom. 



Northeast Mt. Lamentation stands, 

 Higby and Besec, Middletown, 



To Durham ranges stretch their hands, 

 Where Tremont towereth all their own. 



Totoket rises farther down ; 



And Pistapaug and Saltonstall 

 Raise to the skies their walls of stone, 



Their mural castles gaunt and tall. 



Near on my south Mt. Carmel lies, 

 A giant slumbering in his might ; 



East Rock and West Rock kiss the skies, 

 And Whitney Peak delights the sight. 



While on my West, in peaks less bold, 

 The same Plutonian power is seen, 



Trappean dikes of lava cold, 



And sandstone tilted thrown between. 



These lesser heights, whose waving lines 

 Such beauty to the landscape give. 



Tell of the old Triassic times. 



And to my tale their witness give. 



The voice which called ffie from the deep 

 These trappean mountains all did hear, 



And rose with me from natures sleep, 

 And stand, as I stand, proudly here. 



And now for long telluric years, 

 I've stood a sentry o'er the land, 



And watched with varying hopes and fears, 

 The changes of Time's mighty hand. 



I saw the glacier in his might 



Sweep from the north, a frozen sea, 



