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View on on Carbon River trail

Carbon Glacier

 

Thy open lips of ice doth pour

A gushing stream in noisy flood

A stream released in joyful roar,

Behold: A glacier's milk white blood.

 

Grind, grind, grind

to crumbling dust these stones!

Grind, grind, grind

The Mountain's shattered bones!

 

How weak the pen, how vain the brush

To catch the hues of this deep gash!

How here revealed thy power to crush,

How awful is thy breathing's crash.

 

Grind, grind, grind

The rocks however hurled!

Grind, grind, grind

Thou mill-stone of a world!

 

New life from death, eternal whirl,

How brief each puny span of life!

How long the atoms, grinding swirl,

Ere seized anew for a season's strife!

 

Grind, grind, grind

To powder every stone!

Grind, grind, grind

New life will death atone!

 

I mount thy shoulders' utmost height,

Where threatening ice-cliffs poise and nod,

Where avalanches roar in flight,

Like flying demons cursed of God.

 

Grind, grind, grind

and grind exceeding fine!

Grind, grind, grind

My Father's will and thine!

 

Edmund S. Meany

August 5, 1909

 

appears on page 144 of Encircling Mount Rainier by Bette Filley.

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Taken on August 8, 2004