14 The Mountaineer 



CARBON GLACIER. 



Edmond S. Meany. 



I hail thee, river of ice and snow, 

 Thou source of our valleys' fertile soil. 



I climb thy seamy sides to know 

 A tithe of thy patient, ceaseless toil. 



Grind, grind, grind. 



Huge stones to dust, O stream ! 

 Grind, grind, grind. 



Till thy sides as mirrors gleam! 



Thy open lips of ice doth pour 

 A gushing stream in noisy flood, 



A stream released in joyful roar, 



Behold! the glacier's milk-white blood. 



Grind, grind, grind, 



To crumbling dust these stones ! 

 Grind, grind, grind. 



The mountain's shattered bones ! 



Was this great rock by Titan tossed 



Thy cold, brown breast to crush and bruise; 



Or didst thy maiden, wintry frost 



Launch playful boat for seaward cruise? 



Grind, grind, grind, 



The rocks however hurled! 

 Grind, grind, grind. 



Thou millstone of a world! 



