Excerpt from Rhymes of the Rockies My Rhymes I know that my rhymes are homely But it's just this way with me; Mine's not been a bed of roses Or a boat on a silvery sea. But beside some trail on a mountain As I sit me down to rest, Or by the light of a flick'ring campfire When the sun is low in the West. Or perhaps in some deep tangled wild-wood, Or again in some sunny glen, These thoughts took form in my feeble brain, Then slowly dripped from my pen. I picture the trails as I find them, Steep, level or over-grown, Kissed by the flowers and sunshine Or filled with trees storm-blown. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from Songs of the Rockies Two of the four large interstate rivers rising in Colorado, the Platte and the Colorado, find their sources in this region; the former, not only receives an immense flood from the tributary Boulder, St. Vrain, Thompson and Poudre streams, but is also greatly augmented by the Splendid flow of the North Platte, streaming northward into Wyoming. The three great parks - Middle, North and Estes, all head in the close vicinity of the lofty summit of the American Matterhorn - Longs Peak. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from Rhymes of the Rockies, or What the Poets Have Found to Say of the Beautiful Scenery on the Denver Rio Grande Railroad, the Scenic Line of the World My country 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where our fathers died, Land of the pilgrim's pride, From every mountain side Let Freedom ring. Our father's God to thee Author of Liberty, To thee I sing; Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light; Protect us by thy might, Great God, our King. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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Excerpt from Rhymes of the Rockies My Rhymes I know that my rhymes are homely But it's just this way with me; Mine's not been a bed of roses Or a boat on a silvery sea. But beside some trail on a mountain As I sit me down to rest, Or by the light of a flick'ring campfire When the sun is low in the West. Or perhaps in some deep tangled wild-wood, Or again in some sunny glen, These thoughts took form in my feeble brain, Then slowly dripped from my pen. I picture the trails as I find them, Steep, level or over-grown, Kissed by the flowers and sunshine Or filled with trees storm-blown. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.