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About The west shore. (Portland, Or.) 1875-1891 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 1, 1887)
748 THE WEST SHORE I learned of but one monument of ar- commands a fine panorama-the mouth cbitectural fame, the old Bteeple of St of the Tay, the Bell Rock lighthouse, Mary's church, which is pronounced a the bay and town of St Andrews, and great curiosity. It is one hundred and the German ocean. After an early tea, fifty-six feet in height, and is said to escorted by the eldest son and daughter have been founded by a brother of the to a near way-station, we took the C:30 Scottish monarch, William III, ingrat- p. m. train for Perth, carrying withui itudo for his deliverance from a ship- the remembrance of our Dundee day ts wreck in the Tay. The round, green one of our most cherished European hill, " The Law," in the rear of the town, recollections. 0. L Henderson. TO THE COLUMBIA RIVER. Oh, beautiful Columbia ! Tby waters dark and deep, Hjak to my heart of mysteries so infinitely BWK't, I fain would lave beneath the wave whose depths thy jewels keep. I yearn to pierce thy secret, the secret of thy ower, That giveth thee such grandeur, and doth thy soul endower With strenirth to brave, undaunted, the storm king's darkcHt hour. I long to learn the lesion that floods thy soul with son 2, Until thy jovous cascades leap merrily along, All obstacles surmounting, so turbulent and strong. Anon, thy placid waters invite my soul to rest, Thy mirrored stars allure me to float upon thy breast, Heaven's choicest gifts seem hidden leneath thy wave's white crest. The din's, that tower above thee, look upward from thy heart ; The sentinels that guard thee unbidden seem to tart From wit thy dnj, as of thy life they were with God a part. Oh, deep, mysterious waters ! From hence thy source and life? Oh, darkly turbiJ waters, heaving in angry strife, Tliy undertone prmlaims thee freighted with human life. Thou, grand and mighty river, art dowered with life divine, That from thy star-lit waters angelic faces shine, Proclaiming theo immortal, with the mystic sea of time. The human life above thee, from God's love draws its source, The hidden life within thee is from the same grand source The infinite doth guide thee in all thy winding course From rock-bound mountain fastness, where, like a little child, With untried feet, thou glidest from deep springs undefiled, Through lonely gorge and deep ravine and for csU dense and wild, Through jieaceful vales and meadow lands, through pastures sweet and fair, Iy rural homes sequestered from all the worlJ'i sad care, Or racing with the iron horse, whose wilJ shrieks pierce the air. Where'er thy course God guides thee, until thy wandering's o'er, Thou reach Vt the grand old ocean, thy home forever more, To mingle with its waters and kiss the immor tal shore. Thus human life is guided, if like Queen Ns turo's child, We trust the light within us and know we're deified, Through Christ's divine humanity, love, and undefiled. Jvux P. Cuubcuiu-