Samuel Leonidas Simpson,
Oregon Historical Quarterly
(1900)
“ Obscured in a pageant of books, And above the broad mantle your rifle Is hung on accessible hooks. Oh, the freshness of hope and of fancy That illumines the home and the heart, With the grace of a bright necromancy That excels the adorning of art! ”
Samuel Leonidas Simpson,
Oregon Historical Quarterly
(1900)
“ Resplendent as a pearly tent Upon the fir-fringed battlement- Serene in sunset gold and rose, A pyramid of splendor glows, So vast and calm and bright your dream Is dust and ashes in its gleam. ”
Samuel Leonidas Simpson,
Oregon Historical Quarterly
(1900)
“ On a pine that is withered and bare, For the fir-top is trembling and rocking, In the blue of the clear upper air There's a crackling of fiber the crashing Of a century crushed at a blow, And the fir-trees are wringing and lashing Their hands in a frenzy of woe! A pheasant whirs up from the thicket In the hush that comes after the fall, And the squirrel retires to his wicket, And the bluebird renounces his call; And the panther lies crouched by the bowlder In the gloom of the canyon anear, And the brown bear looks over his shoulder, And the buck blows a signal of fear ”
