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Sierra Club Bulletin. 



I love to think that all thy cherished thought 

 Of nature, in consummate splendor wild 



Here gathered, should have in its beauty caught 

 Thy being, and upgathered thee, its child. 



Leading thee on, untroubled, unafraid. 



Toward mightier phantasies in spirit glade. 



O may the gracious memory of thy name. 

 Thus linked by death with thine, Yosemite ! 



Still haunt the peaks in sunset's light aflame. 

 For generations yet unborn to see 



The splendor of the rocks and learn to trace 



In granite symbols thy mysterious grace. 



Yosemite Valley, July i8, 1907. 



(Read by the author at the flower show held on this date at the Le Conte 

 Memorial Lodge.) 



