The Mountaineer 
MOUNT ADAMS 
EDMOND S. MEANY 
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How solid, broad, and buttressed thy base of rocks doth rest 
On earth’s great primal platform beneath the sands and clays, 
To hold secure thy shoulders, thy high and gleaming crest, 
Serene in storm or sunshine through Time’s eternal davs! 
Wild winds may whirl, 
Cold snowdrifts swirl, 
And thunders hurl 
Their blazing spears to rend and blast; 
Thy sides may shake, 
The wide plains quake, 
But, lo! thy deep-set granite holds thee firm and fast. 
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These rock-hewn caverns, 
Thy vaulted taverns, 
Where Arctic sprites in revels hover! 
W ee knight may prance 
With lifted lance, 
His rival drive to darkling cover, 
And then perchance, 
In languid dance, 
Demurely seeks a frost carved gem for elfin lover. 
