Somers, Dec. 23rd. 1895.Mr. John Muir,Your book “The Mountains of California” has given such pleasure to one reader that she wishes to express gratitude to the author. My trip was a limited one and taken many years ago, but so far as ray experience went, your book confirms and revives my impressions. It was read with keen enjoyment and sympathy and many another will follow its pages with the same zest. The lines were not inspired by the book, but perhaps they will be in touch with it. My name has no significance and so it is not signed, but perhaps it will gratify you to know that your descriptions have brought some of the glories you have seen to an obscure person in an obscure village.Merced.Merced, Merced, thy crystal waveO'er granite sands doth flow, Whereon the vagrant sunbeams weaveA net of gold below.Thy banks are daintily besetWith ferns and grasses fine And beds of snowy violetThe tangled roots entwine.The stately rocks (E1 CapitanCathedral, Brothers Three) Within thy bosom hold divanIn tranquil majesty.Unaltered 'neath the flowing tideThose sharp reflections dwell; E'en so while busy lustrums glideEndures thy beauty's spell.[Envelope containing letter inscribed, in Muir's handwriting, “Miss No Name, Somers, Cal.”]02054
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