Smoke of the H-F Bar 



At last stood forth revealed. 



And in the presence of thy dignity supreme, 



And in the story of thy resignation, writ in 



rock, 

 Was born a thought: 



" Like unto thee, 



Thou silent priestess of the mountain pass, 



Guarding by night and day the way to higher 



paths, 

 My soul is set as stone in adoration adamant; 

 Set by some Power whose ways we know not 



nor can stay; 

 Set, even as thy graven face is set, 

 Towards visions fair as rosy-tinted morn, 

 And doomed like thee 



To see the hope that's born anew each day, 

 Fade far away each night. 



" Still shall I watch and wait like thee 



Dwelling in solitude immeasurable as thine, 



Faithful and true to my ideal, 



Until the striking of the hour when I shall heed 



The sunbeams and the pale moon-rays 



And clouds that shroud a fading world 



As little as dost thou." 



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