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From Four Brooks Farm - Nor the ice-pond built Where Hermit Brook spilt; Nor the great pine we found Thunder-burst in
the middle And spread on the ground Like the strings of a fiddle, Not of this, not of that,- Such news now were flat,
But something far racier Muir, of Alaska, Path-finder, cliff-basker, Known of bird, known of deer (Grizzlies know him,
won't harm),John Muir has been here, And has hitched to the farm A great blanket glacier Don't flout it don't doubt it
'T is as sure and as clear As if on the rock With chisel and knock, A giant of eld His message had spelled, And ten thousand
years after We read it,- with laughter 05086