IVesf Peak, and What li Saith. 63 



A hundred such around me rise ; 



I see them from my mountain height ; 

 Their gilded domes and cloud capped spires 



Lend fair enchantment to the sight. 



Their business gongs salute my ear, 



Their throbbing engines jar my crest ; 

 Their mighty industries appear, 



Which meet no check, and know no rest. 



Of all the the towns that round me rise, 



Of all the cities that I greet. 

 There's none seems fairer to my eyes 



Than that which slumbers at my feet. 



Fair city of the Silver Art, 



Still slumber in thy quiet vale ; 

 With rocky fastnesses begirt. 



May naught against thy peace prevail. 



Long will I guard thy schools and homes, 

 And hold thy precious interests fast. 



Watching thy good for years to come. 

 As I have watched it in the past. 



Now, lest my boast I should renew 



Of what I've seen and what I've done, 



I know my friends, as well as you. 

 Naught can endure beneath the sun. 



If standing in my mountain strength, 

 I've seen the earth with ruin strewn, 



I must confess the truth at length — 

 I stand a witness of my own. 



My peak fast crumbling year by year. 



The debris gathering round my feet, 

 Proclaim in accents loud and clear. 



The doom which men and mountains meet. 



This doom keeps sounding in my ears. 

 And rolls along this mountain range, 



Nothing remains unchanging here — 

 But change itself, all else is change. 



