580 KANSAS CITY REVIEW OF SCIENCE. 



now, the makers prefer to leave the surface rough, in order that by exposure to- 

 the elements it may go through the same beautifying process alluded to above. — 

 Pittsburgh Dispatch. 



THE GARDEN OF THE GODS, MANITOU, COLORADO. 



BY WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER. 



Beneath the rocky peak that hides 



In clouds its snow-flecked crest, 

 Within these crimson crags, abides 



An Orient in the West. 



These tints of flame, these myriad dyes. 



This Eastern desert calm, 

 Should catch the gleam of Syrian skies, 



Or shade of Egypt's palm. 



As if to bar the dawn's first light 



These ruby gates are hung; 

 As if from Sinai's frowning height 



These riven tablets flung. 



But not the Orient's drowsy gaze. 



Young Empire's opening lids 

 Greet these strange shapes, of earlier days 



Than Sphinx or Pyramids. 



Here the New West its wealth unlocks. 



And tears the veil aside 

 Which hid the mystic glades and rocks 



The Red man deified. 



This greensward, girt with tongues of flame, 



With spectral pillars strewn, 

 Not strangely did the savage name 



A haunt of gods unknown. 



Hard by the gentle Manitou 



His healing fountains poured ; 

 Blood-red, against the cloudless blue, 



These storm-tossed Titans soared. 



Not carved by art or man's device. 



Nor shaped by human hand, 

 These altars, meet for sacrifice. 



This temple, vast and grand. 



