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For the Columbian Fountain.


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BYE. B.
Deep, deep is the precipce, loud the roar
OF the torrent Of waters dashing,
From rock to rock il leaps and plays,
The spray in the sunbeams flashing.
The torrent dashing madly by,
Tossing on high lis spray and foam,
The eagles shrill and startling cry,
Waking the rocks Of his mountain home.
Sublime is the sight of the mountain height,
And giddy the depth below,
Above, above is the clear blue sky.
What beauty can nature bestow!
The sun has sunk DER the Western hill.
All, all save the torrents hushed and still !;
But that is now, as ever before,
In It's whrling foam and ceaseless roar.
WASHINGTON, May Ia, 1916.