28 Sierra Club Bulletin. 



She biddeth you be at rest while she lulls you to sleep 

 on her bosom 



With the murmuring music of streams, and the slum- 

 ber songs of the breezes. 



She will bid you go forth to your task, it may be unto 

 sorrow. 



She wills that you live your life, not lapse into 

 dreaming. 



She wills you not always to kneel at her altar in rapt 

 adoration ; 



She wills that you show in your lives, in your labor, the 



joys of her worship. 

 She will not give you surcease of the labor which comes 



as life's portion; 

 But she giveth you peace and hope, — the peace of the 



vales and the forest. 

 The stately calm of the summits, the hope that is born 



on the mountains. 

 She giveth you will to know her inner, mystical 



meaning. 



To meet with eyes unshrinking the apocalypse of her 

 splendor. 



Yielding your mood unto her, your souls are at one with 

 Nature, 



Pure as the snows of the woodland, strong with the 



strength of the mountains. 

 Then with joy will you go to join in life's strenuous 



conflict. 



Glad with a new-born hope, strong with a new inspira- 

 tion. 



Though you may pass into strife, though your days may 



be clouded by sorrow, 

 Dream in the darkness a dream, sing in your sorrow a 



song. 



Though the journey be weary and long, though your- 



spirits fail in the battle, 

 Still in your hearts shall you hear the song of the mighty 



Sierra. 



