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Sierra Club Bulletin. 



The creed of those who seek to know the truth, 



Who seek it where its lessons are inscribed 



Upon the deathless pages of the rocks, 



Or told in thrilling whispers of the trees. 



Or sung by murmuring ripples of the stream, 



Or where in grander harmonies resounds 



The diapason of the cataract. 



And let us hope, that, waiting by our shrine. 



His spirit shall lead us, bidding us be true, 



True to the love of Nature, true to truth. 



If to our hearts the love of Nature brings 



The revelation of her higher law. 



Her deeper meaning; if we honor those 



Who knelt at Nature's shrine, who lived for truth. 



This is the center of our dreams and hopes ; — 



Yea, this is holy ground 



Made holy by the thought that 'mid such scenes 

 The noblest aspirations of the soul. 

 In passionate longing for the beautiful. 

 Rise to the Infinite, and by the thought 

 Of him whose memory we here enshrine, 

 The memory of one who sought the truth. 

 Of one who loved the beautiful and good, 

 Whose life was gentle, beautiful, and true. 



In loving memory of his life and work. 

 With reverence for the soul with which he wrought, — 

 To noble uses, to the love of truth, 

 To love of nature, to our brotherhood. 

 We dedicate this temple in his name. 

 His life was Nature's ; at its close his soul 

 Entered the rest she keepeth for her own. 



Now to his wakened mind the gathered lore of the ages 

 Seemeth a single page of the luminous volume of 

 time, 



Now to his lifted spirit the song of the mighty Sierra 

 Blendeth with Nature's anthem in harmony thrill- 

 ing, sublime. 



