A GREAT STORM IN UTAH 



loveliness. Earth and sky, round and round 

 the entire landscape, was one ravishing reve 

 lation of color, infinitely varied and inter- 

 blended. 



I have seen many a glorious sunset beneath 

 lifting storm-clouds on the mountains, but 

 nothing comparable with this. I felt as if new- 

 arrived in some other far-off world. The moun 

 tains, the plains, the sky, all seemed new. 

 Other experiences seemed but to have prepared 

 me for this, as souls are prepared for heaven. 

 To describe the colors on a single mountain 

 would, if it were possible at all, require many 

 a volume purples, and yellows, and deli 

 cious pearly grays divinely toned and inter- 

 blended, and so richly put on one seemed to be 

 looking down through the ground as through a 

 sky. The disbanding clouds lingered lovingly 

 about the mountains, filling the canons like 

 tinted wool, rising and drooping around the 

 topmost peaks, fondling their rugged bases, or, 

 sailing alongside, trailed their lustrous fringes 

 through the pines as if taking a last view of 

 their accomplished work. Then came dark 

 ness, and the glorious day was done. 



This afternoon the Utah mountains and val 

 leys seem to belong to our own very world 

 again. They are covered with common sun 

 shine. Down here on the banks of the Jordan, 



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