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Sierra Club Bulletin, 



The great Sierra claimed him as her own. 



Here did he seek the knowledge that he loved. 



Not with the pedant's trick of line and rule, 



Nor the dry scholar's catalogue of facts, 



Came he unto his task. With lifted heart 



And poet's soul, he read time's history. 



He read the record of Almighty mind. 



He marked the progress of divine ideals 



From the first dream of life within the cell, 



Unto the perfect flower of human thought. 



He traced the soul from formless, thoughtless things 



Until it grew into consummate might ; 



Until it lived in lives like unto his. 



Through all the varied, seeming-hopeless maze 



He saw one purpose working to its end. 



Striving for knowledge, still he looked beyond 



And read the deeper meaning of the world. 



He knew the soul of Nature. Reverently 



He drew the veil that guards her sacred shrine, 



And looked upon her inner mysteries ; 



And their pure radiance shone upon his face. 



Unto his heart the woods and mountains spake ; 



And if our hearts in harmony respond 



Unto the inspiring strains of Nature's music. 



We, too, shall hear the grand Sierra's song. 



THE SONG OF THE SIERRA. 



Ye who are wearied and worn, who have sunk 'neath the 



weight of your burdens. 

 Ye whose shoulders are bowed by the yoke of humanity's 



service. 



Ye who have stood by the grave of your youth's divine 

 aspirations. 



Ye who have lost the hopes which made all the future 

 supernal. 



Ye who have lost the faith which pointed you upward 

 and onward ; 



