OUR MOUNTAIN GARDEN 



around big tree trunks, or peer through 

 branches for both ends of the rainbow, 

 when there is one. 



Ah, those rainbows, how glorious they 

 are ! Nothing in the way of scenery could 

 be more enchanting than one of those great 

 gleaming, double, and sometimes triple, 

 arches of coloured light, resting on billows 

 of verdant tree-tops, overshadowed by 

 threatening thunder-clouds, and framing 

 within their shining arcs the rock-crowned 

 peak of Lafayette now a transparent 

 purple wraith, the mere spirit of a moun- 

 tain, glowing softly through a veil of mist ! 

 True emblems of hope and promise, the 

 blacker the tempest lowers above them 

 the brighter smiles their steadfast gleam. 

 I should be sorry indeed to have that 

 sight broken in twain by even the best 

 of trees. 



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