most glorious of our mountain sunsets. Not one of the assembled mountains seemed remote - all had ceased their labor of beauty & gathered around their Parent Sun to receive the evening blessing & waiting angels could not be more solemnly hushed. The sun himself seemed to have reached a higher life as if he had died & only his soul were glowing with rayless bodiless Light, & as Christ to his disciples so this departing Sun-Soul said to every precious beast.-to every pine & weed, to every stream & mountain, My Peace I give unto you , I ran home in the moonlight with your sack of roses slung on my shoulder by a buckskin string, - Down through the junipers - down through the firs - now in black shadow - now in white light, past great South Dome white as the moon - past Spirit like Nevada- past Pywiack - through the groves of Illilouette & spiry pines of the open Valley, Star- crystals sparking above - frost crystals beneath, & rays of spirit beaming everywhere. I reached home a trifle weary but could have wished so Godful a walk some miles & hours longer & as I slid your roses off my shoulder I said This is one of the big round ripe days that so fatten our lives - So much of sun on one side, So much of moon on the other _____
1872 Dec 18
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