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TEJUNGA VALLEY IN JUNE, by                    
First Line: Stand with me, nanette
Last Line: Sense but the sweetness—of the thing called life!
Subject(s): Mountains; Hills; Downs (great Britain)


Stand with me, Nanette,
Upon this mountainside
That folds with mighty arm
The Valley lush and wide
Enriched with untold wealth of mystic charm.

Let me here forget
How with force and fret
The world pressed on me till I scarce could breathe,
A while agone. Quaff now
The cup of redolence from bud and bough
And feel the silence speaking like a song.

Mark how yonder peppers
Fold green canopies
O'er roads that run gay ribbons to the sun;
And the Eucalypti
Flaunt their bubble-blooms,
Their leaves like shining scimitars unsheathed;
While nymph-acacia trees
Bend, waving golden plumes,
To greet the knightly Yuccas marching down,
In cloud-white armor trooping toward the town.

The rounded hills are bronzed
Like breasts of Indian maids
Who roamed them long ago;
And the manzanitas,
Forged from flint and fire,
Conjure Indian warriors slipping to and fro.
Cycles since passed they
And all their little day;
But the everlasting beauty of the hills,
The scent of vanished Summers still enthrills.

Let us take the trail,
Forget the fleet and frail,
The mystery and strife—
Sense but the sweetness—of the Thing called Life!





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