You  stand  up  gay  in  bright  array —

Majestic, — serene, — and  white.
Along  across,  when  sun's  emboss

Has  faded  fast  away.
And  all  the  breeze  and  hushes  seize

The  Valley's  silent  lay;
Then  slowly  creep  from  bloom  to  leaves.
To  bloom  again — and  then.
Such  spasm's  of  perfume  float  'round

That  charm  both  beasts  and  men ;
While  far  above  the  scented  ground,

*Tis  not  for  scent  but  sight ;
From  rock  to  rock  thy  snows  o'erlock

Majestic, — serene, — and  white.
Man  comes  along  with  Triumph's  song.
To  arid  places  here ;
And  water  guides  across  the  wide

Dry  valleys  far  and  near ;
And  all  around  you  hear  him  chide:

"What  wonders  have  I  done."
But  if  you  were  not  snowy  crowned.
He  could  not  so  have  won.
He  changes  all  the  plains  around.
And  sometime  wins  the  fight;
But  o'er  the  range  you  do  not  change,

Majestic, — serene, — and  white.
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Man  struts  and  stares  and  has  no  cares,

And  puffs  his  chest  up  high ;
Points  here  and  there  with  hand  in  air,

And  bluffs:  ''How  great  am  I!"
But  only  wait  until  future  fare

When  earth  is  growing  cold.
And  one  last  man  stands  on  a  crag,

Trying  his  life  to  hold ;
Then  you  stand  up.  Eternal's  flag.
And  smile  at  the  sight;
Ah !  you  have  won  o'er  all  his  fun, —

Majestic, — serene, — and  white.
As  long  as  Sun  his  course  does  run,

As  he  has  run  of  yore ;
As  long  as  Moon  at  night's  dark  noon.
Shines  as  she  has  before ;
As  long  as  Ocean  beats  his  tune.
