Photo by A. H. Cruse 
GLACIER PEAK FROM FLOWER HILL 
Speak, speak, ve peak; proclaim the goal; 
Reveal thyself; lay bare thy soul! 
I hear thy voice roll down thy throne— 
“Thou too, art god-like—stand alone!” 
A. H. ALBERTSON. 
Listen: don’t vou hear the fir trees singing 
Sweet and low at dead of night; 
Singing, singing, softly bringing 
Music from the realms of light. 
Listen: don’t you hear the waters falling, 
Falling down thru melody; 
Falling, calling, gently calling 
Other days of reverie. 
Listen: don’t you hear new voices speaking, 
Speaking truth and mysterv; 
Softly, clearly, greatly teaching, 
Life grows toward all harmony. 
A. H. ALBERTSON. 
