John Muir as I Knew Him 



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and fitting that a wild Sierra region should be named for 

 him. There has been but one John Muir. 



The best monument to him, however, would be a successful 

 movement, even at this late day, to save the Hetch Hetchy Val- 

 ley from appropriation for commercial purposes. His death 

 was hastened by his grief at this unbelievable calamity and I 

 should be recreant to his memory if I did not call special atten- 

 tion to his crowning public service in endeavoring to prevent 

 the disaster. The Government owes him penance at his tomb. 



In conclusion, John Muir was not a "dreamer", but a prac- 

 tical man, a faithful citizen, a scientific observer, a writer of 

 enduring power, with vision, poetry, courage in a contest, a 

 heart of gold, and a spirit pure and fine. 



THE BURIAL OF JOHN MUIR 

 By Charlotte Hoffman Kellogg 



With thee, man-heart, where dawns on glaciers play 



We went; by thy child-heart with joy were fed; 



And by thy poet-heart to prayer were led. 

 Still following, we cross thy fields today. 

 Beside the stream, beneath the yew and bay ; 



Lower thy body to its chosen bed. 



Quail call — tree-shadows creep toward thy dear head 

 As in green boughs we wrap thee for alway. 



Now holy memories still our questioning — 



Thou know'st not their despair whose reason would 



Leap with the spirit the blind brink of Time ; 

 Here thus to seal eternal brotherhood 



With sun and lily, where the foam-bells ring. 

 For thee is immortality sublime. 



