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Irwin, H. C.: A DAY'S RIDE, A LIFE'S ANALOGY. (2)
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A DAY'S RIDE, A LIFE'S ANALOGY.

1.

MID tangled forest and o'er grass-plain wide,
By many a devious path and bridle way,
Through the short brightness of an Indian day
In middle winter, 'twas my lot to ride,
Skirting the round-tipped pine-clad mountain-side,
While far beyond, upon the steely blue
Horizon, half concealed and half in view,
Himalya's peaks upreared their snow-crowned pride
In utter purity and vast repose.
I, ere the first faint flash of morning glowed
Within her Eastern chamber, took the road,
And slowly riding between day and night
I marked how, through the wan imperfect light,
Ghostlike and grey loomed the eternal snows.


2.

O near they seemed, each crack and crevice small
Like bas-relief work showed, while in the light
Of ruddy morn grey changed through pink to white.
But soon the sun upclimbing flooded all
The heavens, and then a thin and misty pall
Of exhalations rose, and pale of hue
And fainter ever those far summits grew,
Until the day waned low, and shadows tall
Sloped eastward. Then once more in radiance clear
Of setting sunlight, beautiful as brief,
Each peak and crag stood out in bold relief,
Till slowly pink faded to ghostly grey :
So through life's morning, noontide, evening, may
Ideal hope dawn, fade, and reappear.
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