tamp mill's battering jar;
Where the waters dash with the rhythmic splash
Of the cascade and mountain rill,
As they laugh and flow to the lands below,
Through the turbulent San Miguel.

Where the shadows glide, in the eventide,
As the sun, to nocturnal rest,
With the dazzling rays of a world ablaze,
Sinks into the distant west;
When the yellow leaf of existence brief,
Brings the hour when the pulse is still,
May my ashes rest in the golden West,
On the banks of the San Miguel.

[Illustration:
"Where the mountains high, cleave the azure sky,
With their turrets so bleak and gray."

LIZARD HEAD, SAN MIGUEL COUNTY, COLORADO.]

FOOTNOTES:

[B] San Miguel, pronounced "Magill," the Spanish form of St. Michael.

To Mother Huberta.

_As repeated in chorus on the anniversary of her Names-day by the
Sisters of St. Hubert at St. Anthony's Hospital, Denver, Col., Oct. 29,
1900._

Mother, our greetings be to thee,
On the glad anniversary
Of this, thy festive day;
Thy daughters, daughters not of earth,
But bound by cords of Heavenly birth,
Their love and greetings pay.

We thank thee, Mother, for thy care,
Thy watchfulness, and fervent prayer;
And if 'tis Heaven's will,
May many a returning year
And namesday find our Mother here,
Constant and watchful still.

Blest be that autumn brown and sere!
Bless-ed the day and blest the year,
Of his[C] nativity!
Blest be the hospitals, which rise,
Resultant of thy enterprise,
Thy zeal and fervency.

Blest be that hunter[D] saint of thine!
Bless-ed the deer, and blest the sign
Between its antlers broad!
To us, thy daughters, is it given
To bless thee, in the name of Heaven,
And blessing thee, bless God.

FOOTNOTES:

[C] St. Hubert.

[D] St. Hubert, the apostle of Ardennes, a saint of the Roman Catholic
Church, the patron of huntsmen. He was of a noble family of Acquitaine.
While hunting in the forests of Ardennes he had a vision of a stag with
a shining crucifix between its antlers, and heard a warning voice. He
was converted, entered the church, and eventually became Bishop of
Maestricht and Liege. He worked many miracles, and is said to have died
in 727 or 729. Spofford's Cyclopaedia, Vol. 4, page 470.

Suggested by a Mountain Eagle.

I gazed at the azure-hued mantle of heaven,
The measureless depths of ethereal space;
I gazed at the clouds, so invisibly driven,
And an eagle, which wheeled with symmetrical