SALUTATION
Where the lords of the mountains are lifted
In a lustre of silver and pearl,
And the shadows of ages are drifted
In the banners the forests unfurl,—
Where the Oregon's gathering waters
Go down to the strife of the sea,
And Willamette meanders and loiters
By many a rose-clustered lea,—
In the regions of Hesper, the star-lands,
Abloom in the gold-gated West,
I have crowned a wild muse with these garlands—
Some rue-leaves along with the rest;—
If perchance in the chaplets I bring her
There is something your heart will prolong,
Then to me is the joy of the singer,
And to you the delight of the song.
In a lustre of silver and pearl,
And the shadows of ages are drifted
In the banners the forests unfurl,—
Where the Oregon's gathering waters
Go down to the strife of the sea,
And Willamette meanders and loiters
By many a rose-clustered lea,—
In the regions of Hesper, the star-lands,
Abloom in the gold-gated West,
I have crowned a wild muse with these garlands—
Some rue-leaves along with the rest;—
If perchance in the chaplets I bring her
There is something your heart will prolong,
Then to me is the joy of the singer,
And to you the delight of the song.
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