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2 you the beauty there, but it is all ice born beauty too cold for you, I was going to tell about the making of the South
dome, but ice did that too, about the hundred lakes that I found, but the ice made them everyone, I had some groves to speak
about - groves of surpassing loveliness in new pathless Yosemities, but thy all grew upon glacier drift, I have nothing to
send but what is frozen or freezable You like the music instruments that glaciers made, but no songs were so grand as those
of the glaciers themselves, no falls so lofty as those wh poured from brows, chasmed mountains of pure illegible - blackened
out glaciers made the mountains ground corn for illegible - blackened out , the forest of silver fir, made smooth paths illegible
- blackened out feet until the sacred Sierras have become the most approachable of mountains, Glaciers came down from heaven,
they are angels with folded wings, white wings of snowy bloom, locked hand in hand the little spirits did nobly - the primary
mountain waves - unvital granite were soon carved to beauty they bared the lordly domes fashion- ed the clustering spires
smoothed godlike mountain brows shaped lake cups for crystal waters - wove myriads of mazy canons, spread them out like lace
they remembered the loud songed rivers every tinkling rill, the busy snow- flakes saw all the coming flowers, the grand predestined
forests they said We will crack this rock for Cassiope where she may sway her tiny urns, Here we'll smooth a plat for green
mosses, round a bank for bryanthus bells. Thus labored the willing flake souls linked in close congregations of ice breaking
rock food for the pines, as a bird crumbles bread for her young