CONCLUDING PIECES. 
And sounds of waters and of storms 
were rushing eddying round ; 
Blackness was in the mountain holds, 
and loud the storm-winds roared ; 
Fiercely from icy ledge to ledge 
the boiling torrents poured : 
Anon, as by a mighty arm, 
the tempest-rage was stayed.— 
A moment, and the darkness hung 
at distance like a shade ; 
The whirling clouds below our path 
like boiling waves did lie ; 
Again the snowy splintered peaks 
seemed piercing the clear sky. 
Onward and upward still we went, 
a desolate, dreary way ; 
Shepherd, nor alpine goat we saw, 
nor chamois through that day : 
We left the oak, the pine, and man 
below us many a steep,— 
And canst thou here, thou sunny flower, 
thy frozen station keep 1 
Little we deemed, when at our home 
we cultured thee with care, 
To meet thee in this mountain land, 
amid this desert air. 
I thank thee that I meet thee thus, 
like kind words ’mid neglect—- 
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