Moods of Alaska Weather.
A [?] maiden existed
Whose forelock, all spirally twisted,
Hung down like the tail of a cow
In the axial plane of her brow
In her conduct all virtues were blended,
Wheree'er her good angel attended ;
But where imps from the frie not mesurable,
Her behavior was quite unindurable." -- Koran
The clear celestial arch above
The Ocean's blue below ;
The Elder smoothel pulsing
Alaska all a-glow
The sombre green of swelling bills
Where spruce and hemlock grow
The warmer hue of tufted swards
Where lusty lupines blow
The pumacles that stab the sky
Above eternal snow
The curving valleys chisled out
By glaciers long ago
An ever varied opulence
Of panoramic show
We throng the deck, we crowd the rail
We miss no fleeting view
The Arctic day is all too short,
Our Kodak films too few.
The steamer stops the boats are launched
We scramble for a place
Like boys and girls when school is out
Across the strand we race.
To birds and beasts and spermophiles
We eagerly give chase
And even "flowers that bloom in spring"
Are brought within our case.
When nature smiles a glow of joy
Lights seek responding face.