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Mountain Pines.

See, on the mountain top afar, Those lofty pinnacles that reach So near to heaven that a star Burns like a taper bright in each. There, changeless all the season thiough That green 1 cathedral lifts its spires,' ' The first to catch the morning dew The la-t to hold the sunset fires.' Within its isles no sound is heard While summsr'B tervice decks the cave • Its alter knows no priest; no bird ' Sings from the emerald architrave. But when, wrapt in her shroud of snow Beneath the roof lies earth asleep ' A mouruful music, measured, slow,' Wake 3 iu the summit of yon steep. That solemn dirge of winter brings t. to P° nder thought? divine; It is God s harp, r strikes the strings ' Stretched ou the forest harp of pine. —'Boston Budget.'

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Evening Star, Issue 8118, 18 January 1890, Page 4 (Supplement)

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Mountain Pines. Evening Star, Issue 8118, 18 January 1890, Page 4 (Supplement)

Mountain Pines. Evening Star, Issue 8118, 18 January 1890, Page 4 (Supplement)