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THE 
 
 YOSEM ITE 
 
 BY 
 
 WALLACE BRUCE 
 
 ILLUSTRATED BY 
 
 JAMES D. SMILLIE. 
 
 PUBLISHED BY 
 
 LEE AND SHEPARD, 
 
 BOSTON, MASS. 
 
 CHARLES T. DILLINGHAM, 
 
 NEW YORK. 
 I880. 
 
Copyright, 1880, WALLACE BRUCK. 
 
 8. W. GREEN'S SON, PHOTO-ENGRAVING Co. 
 
 Printer, (Moss Process), 
 
 NEW YORK. NEW YORK. 
 
of 
 
 BY 
 
 JAS. ZX SMILLIE. 
 
 FRONTISPIECE "To ANNIE." 
 
 STANZA I. 
 
 "Sentinel Rock from Hutching 's Meadow" 
 
 STANZA II. 
 Cathedral Rock and Spires from foot of Eagle Point." 
 
 STANZA III. 
 
 " El Capitan from Bridal Veil Meadow." 
 
 STANZA IV. 
 
 " Yet I know it is real, for I see the spray 
 Of Yosemite Fall in the moonlight play" 
 
 STANZA V. 
 
 "And I know that Bethel is everywhere, 
 For prayer is the foot of the Angel Stair" 
 
 STANZA VI. 
 
 " Eagle Rock and Sentinel Peak" 
 
STANZA VII. 
 " Glacier Rock from Tenaya Canon" 
 
 STANZA VIII. 
 " South Dome and Cloud's Rest" 
 
 STANZA IX. 
 
 " Mirror Lake and Tenaya Canon" 
 
 STANZA X. 
 " Glacier Rock, Vernal Point, and Mt. Starr King" 
 
 STANZA XI. 
 Nevada and Vernal Falls and the High Sierras" 
 
 STANZA XII. 
 
 " Po-ho-no, or Bridal Veil Fall" 
 
 STANZA XIII. 
 " The Cap of Liberty and Nevada Fall." 
 
 STANZA XIV. 
 
 " Yosemite Valley from Cloud's Rest" 
 
 FINIS. 
 " Yosemite Fall and Merced River" 
 
THE YOSEMITE. 
 
 WAITING to-night for the 
 moon to rise, 
 O'er the cliffs that 
 
 narrow Yosemite's 
 skies ; 
 
 Waiting for shadows to pass away, 
 In the silver light of a midnight day ; 
 Waiting entranced like one in a dream, 
 Alone with the night and the rushing stream. 
 
II. 
 
 Alone in a Temple vast and grand, 
 With spire and turret on every hand 
 A world's Cathedral with walls sublime 
 Chiselled and carved by the hand of time, 
 
 And over all 
 
 a starlit dome, -^' '*rr* ' " 
 
 Beneath whose arch we dream of home. 
 
III. 
 
 But the darkling shadows dissolve, and now 
 The moonlight touches " El Capitan's" brow, 
 
 ~ 
 
 And the lesser stars grow pale and dim 
 Along the sheer-cut mountain rim ; 
 And, touched with magic, the gray walls stand 
 The living dream of a fairy land. 
 
IV. 
 
 Yet I know it is real, 
 
 for I see the spray 
 Of Yosemite Fall in 
 
 the moonlight play, 
 Swaying and trembling 
 
 a radiant glow, 
 From the sky above 
 
 to the vale below ; 
 Like the ladder of old 
 
 to Jacob given, 
 A line of light from 
 
 earth to heaven. 
 
V. 
 
 And there comes to my soul 
 
 a vision dear ' 
 Of angel forms 
 
 and voices here ; 
 And I feel the sweet and 
 
 wondrous power 
 Of a Presence that fills 
 
 the midnight hour ; 
 And I know that Bethel 
 
 is everywhere 
 For prayer is the foot 
 
 of the angel stair. 
 
VI. 
 
 A light divine a holy rest 
 Floods all the valley 
 
 and fills my breast ; 
 The very mountains are 
 
 hushed in sleep, 
 
 From Eagle Point 
 
 to Sentinel Peak ; 
 And a life-long lesson is 
 
 taught me to-night, 
 When shrouded in shadow 
 to wait for the light. 
 

VII. 
 
 Waiting at dawn for the morn to break, 
 By the crystal waters of Mirror Lake ; 
 Waiting to see the mountains gray, 
 Clearly defined in the light of day ; 
 Reflected and throned in beauty here 
 A lakelet that seems but "The Valley's Tear." 
 
VIII. 
 
 Waiting but look ! for the Dome so bright 
 Is floating now in a sea of light ; 
 And Cloud's Rest, glistening 
 
 with caps of snow, 
 Inverted stands in 
 
 the vale below, 
 
 With tow'ring peaks 
 
 and cliffs on high 
 Hanging to meet another sky, 
 

IX. 
 
 O crystal gem in setting rare! 
 
 O soul-like mirror 
 
 in middle air ! 
 O forest-heart of 
 
 eternal love 
 Earth-born, but pure 
 as heaven above ! 
 This Sabbath morn 
 
 we find in thee 
 The poet's dream of purity. 
 

 
X. 
 
 The hours pass by, and I'm waiting now 
 
 On Glacier Point's o'erhanging brow, 
 Waiting to see the picture pass, 
 Like the fleeting show 
 
 of a magic glass 
 Waiting and still 
 
 the vision seems 
 Woven of light and 
 
 colored with dreams. 
 
But the cloud-capped towers, 
 and pillars gray, 
 Securely stand in 
 
 the light of day ; 
 The Temple wall is 
 
 firm and sure ; 
 The worshippers pass, 
 
 but It shall endure 
 And will while loud 
 
 Yosemite calls 
 To bright Nevada and Vernal Falls. 
 
XII. 
 
 O grand and majestic organ-choir 
 With deep-toned voices that never tire ! 
 O anthem written in notes that glow 
 On the rainbow bars of Po-ho-no ! 
 
 O sweet "Te Deum" forever sung 
 
 With spray of incense heavenward swung ! 
 
XIII. 
 
 U Thy music my soul with rapture thrills, 
 
 And there comes to my lips, 
 m-** "The templed hills, 
 Thy rocks and rills" 
 
 a nation's song, 
 From valley to mountain 
 borne along ; 
 
 
 My country's temple, built for thee, 
 Crowned with the " Cap of Liberty" ! 
 
O country reaching 
 
 from shore to shore ! 
 O fairest land the 
 
 wide world o'er! 
 Columbia dear, 
 
 whose mountains rise 
 From fertile valleys to sunny skies 
 Stand firm and sure, and bold and free, 
 As thy granite-walled Yosemite ! 
 
YOSEMITE FALL AND MERCED RIVER. 
 
THE UNIVERSITY LIBRARY 
 UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA, SANTA CRUZ 
 
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