jestic and silent, save when the 

 wind or the storm breathes on it, 

 waking up its myriad low-toned 

 voices, which sing: 



The wild profound eternal bass 



In nature's anthem/ 

 Oh, how still and solemn it slumbers 

 below me; while far away yonder, 

 to the left, shoots up into the heav- 

 ens the massive peaks of the Adiron- 

 dack chain, mellowed here, by the 

 distance, into beauty. Yet there is 

 one relief to this vast forest solitude 

 like gems sleeping in a moss bed, 

 lakes are everywhere glittering in 

 the bright sunshine. How calm and 

 trustingly they repose on the bosom 

 of the wilderness! Thirty-six, a 

 hunter tells me, can be counted from 

 this summit, though I do not see 

 over twenty. * * * Some of 

 these are from four to six miles in 

 width, and yet they look like mere 

 pools at this distance, and in the 

 midst of such a mass of green. 



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