FOREST LIFE. 75 



Where, through clouds, aro glimpses given 



Of Katahdiu's sides — 

 Rock and forest piled to heaven, 



Torn and plowed by slides ! 

 Far below the ludiau trapping 



In the sunshine warm, 

 Far above the snow-cloud wrapping 



Half the peak in storm .' 



Where are mossy carpets better 



Than the Persian weaves. 

 And, than Eastern perfumes, sweeter 



Seem the fading leaves; 

 And a music wild and solenm 



From the Pine-tree's height, 

 Rolls its vast and sea-like volume 



On the wind of night. 



Make we here our camp of winter^ 



And through sleet and snow 

 Pitch knot and beechen splinter 



On our hearth shall glow ; 

 Here, with mirth to lighten duty, 



We shall lack alone 

 Woman, with her smile of beauty, 



And her gentle tone. 



But her hearth is brighter burning 



For our work to-day. 

 And her welcome at returning 



Shall our loss repay. 

 Strike, then, comrades ! Trade is waiting 



On our rugged toil, 

 Far ships waiting for the freighting 



Of our woodland spoil .' 



Ships, whose traffic links these highlands 



Bleak and cold of ours 

 With the citron-planted islands 



Of a clime of llowers : 



