Two Days on the St. Vrain. 



of light ; one moment more, this, too, is gone and darkness set- 

 tles down upon everything around us. 



We leave Lyons in the early morning, but the scenes of 

 yesterday go with us, for when once those mountains, valleys 

 and streams have entered a man's consciousness they never 

 leave it. 



Ah! the dear day-dream of that silvery stream, 



With the mountain towering o'er; 

 The cool air blent with piney scent 



And the tints of wooded shore. 



Hastings Tribune. 



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