Auburn Adventist Academy - Rainier Vista Yearbook (Auburn, WA)

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fwfr fjfte illotitzlciiiz 776' fjfzcif c i as QOL By Hayes A. Davis Thou great. majestic peak That towrest far above thy younger brethren. Thy lofty head with everlasting snow is crowned: Thy royal glory cannot be compared to kings. The golden clouds of sunset gather 'round And thou of heav'n dost speak. Thou glory of the West. lf thou couldst speak today of all thy history And of this land which we now call our own. What scenes of awful grandeur thou wouldst paint When all this country was a wilderness Save for the haunts of Indians and beasts. I t was a quiet, peaceful eve like this. And earth and sky were resting as asleep. XVhen all the elements began to reel and tremble And thou in deepest thunder-tones didst speak. Thy lofty crown was lifted to the heavens And scattered by the wind like chaff in threshing. Then as the darkness of the night drew on, The flames and smoke that issued from thy heart Stood out against the starry sky Like some great god of power in his anger. And streams of living, molten rock Fled down thy sides into the vales below. All night that awful scene prevailed Like some great hurricane that sweeps the seas in winter: Now rushing, roaring, pouring forth destruction, Now resting, taking breath for greater blasts Till finally thy breath was all exhausted, And peacefully thou sankst in deepest slumber. Then when the faithful morning sun arose lt cast its rays on scenes of desolation. Far to the east and all within thy circle Lay boundless seas of flowing rock and ashes. The Indians who had stood with breathless gaze, Still stood with quivering limbs and anxious faces. For they believed that this was none but God Descending in his fury for their doings. Here now they yielded their devotion And bowed in solemn reverence to their-god. The years swept past And once again thy breast was decorated With snowy pillars such as were before, And bear and deer took up their habitation. Somehow. though humbler, greater in thy beauty. Thy rugged outlines make us love thee more. Then through the misty years that sped away The story of thy thunders passed from tribe to tribe: And still they worshipped and looked unto thee. But some forgot. and some passed by unheeding, And others chose and followed other paths Till finally thy worship was neglected And now they only look with pride and praise. And well they may be proud: For as tonight we sit in meditation Until the stars begin to twinkle in the sky. And the bright moon comes up and shines against thy Shedding again a soft and glowing luster Against thy dark, deep recesses and canyons. How can we but be filled with awe and wonder By thee-The Mountain That YVas God. summit. 3,521 'Zi