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SHASTA. 



(rARAI'IIRASKD I-ROM JOAQUIN MILLER's Di;SCRirTI()N, i;Y WlI.I.IAM V. BuRHANK.) 



As LONE as God, and white as Winter moon, 

 Jlonnt Shasta's peak looks down on forest gloom. 



The storm-tossed pine and warlike-looking firs 

 Have rallied here upon its silver spnrs. 



Eternal tower, majestic, great and strong. 

 So silent all, except for Heaven's song — 



For Heaven's voice calls out through silver barsj 

 To Shasta's height : calls out below the stars, 



And speaks the way, as thongli hut (piarter rod 

 FrDUi Sliasla's top unto its maker, (lod. 



In fabled days, when Indian left the earth, 



From here! he passed— from laud that gave him birth- 



Oakland, Cat. 



Unto his heaven, 'mid lines of light and song ; 



He reached the stars from Shasta, great and strong. 



