The Overland Monthly, Vol. 2
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Excerpt from The Overland Monthly, Vol. 2: Devoted to the Development of the Country; July December, 1883 On a Picture of Ml. Shasta by Keith. Silent it stands, cold in the crystal air, White-bosomed sister of the stainless dawn, With whom the cloud holds converse, and the storm Rests there, and stills its tempest into snow. Once - you remember? - we beheld that vision, But busy days recalled us, and the whole Fades now among my memories like a dream. The distant thing is all incredible, And the dim past as if it had not been. Our world flees from us; only the one point, The unsubstantial moment, is our own: We are but as the dead, save that swift mote Of conscious life. Then the great artist comes, Commands the chariot wheels of Time to stay, Summons the distant, as by some austere, Grand gesture of a mighty sorcerer´s wand, And our whole world again becomes our own. So we escape the petty tyranny Of the incessant hour; pure thought evades Its customary bondage, and the mind Is lifted up, watching the moon-like globe. How should a man be eager or perturbed Within this calm? How should he greatly care For reparation, or redress of wrong, - To scotch the liar, or spurn the fawning knave, Or heed the babble of the ignoble crew? See´st thou yon blur far up the icy slope, Like a man´s footprint? Half thy little town Might hide there, or be buried in what seems From yonder cliff a curl of feathery snow. Still the far peak would keep its frozen calm, Still at the evening on its pinnacle Would the one tender touch of sunset dwell, And o´er it nightlong wheel the silent stars. So the great globe rounds on, - mountains, and vales, Forests, waste stretches of gaunt rock and sand, Shore, and the swaying ocean, - league on league: And blossoms open, and are sealed in frost; And babes are born, and men are laid to rest. What is this breathing atom, that his brain Should build or purpose aught, or aught desire, But stand a moment in amaze and awe, Rapt on the wonderfulness of the world. E. R. Sill. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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