Creator
Lucy M. Washburn
Recipient
John Muir
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[1]Near "Angels"Calaveras Co. April 18, 1895Dear Mr. Muir.The precious book came safely. by Mr. Allens' hand. To whom could you have sent it who would enjoy it more keenly or who would appreciate more fully the honor of the gift? I have never forgotten your kindness to me when I came asking questions about Alaska and I have often wondered whether you received the magazine I sent you in which the article which owed so much to you was finally published. It never occurred to me that you would think of sending me your book. I am indeed glad to see the volume out, saving for the world some of the many observations with which you only can enrich it.The book came just at the right time for me, as I was about starting to spend my ten days of school vacation here on the slopes of the great range. It is the only volume I brought with me. Yesterday a drive of thirty-five miles took01972[2]me through Angel's, Murphy's, past the mouth of the Calaveras Cave, down into and along the San Domingo canon [diacritic] round again to Mr. Keefer's place on the edge of his gravel mine, where my brother's family including myself are now being entertained. Around the evening fire we read aloud and talked over all you say about this region. I wish it were more, only that I would not like to lessen the space devoted to the higher Sierra.This afternoon, sitting on a green slope, looking toward a blue ridge over other slopes clothed with round-topped, low, loose pines, rounder oaks, just at their lightest with vivid, half-grown leaves, and downy ceanothus bushes with their warm snow, the whole as soft a scene as the Catskills, I have been reading your chapter on "A near view of the High Sierra" with the bare peaks, the glaciers, and the alpen-glow. Tempted by this and as the only little thing I can do to show my grateful appreciation of your gift, I write out for your reading some lines I once wrote that no one else has seen.Very sincerely,Lucy M. Washburn(San Jose.)01972[3]The alpen glow on Shasta's awful crown!Breathless I watched that whitest of all white,Eternal snow, dazzling, immaculate,Grow softly flushed as inner leaf of rose.The smile of majesty, God's look of love.Lord, breathed I, what am I that this thy glanceOnce in a lifetime is vouchsafed to me.When most of all thy children far awayMust live, and pass from thy so glorious earthWithout one kindling sight like this supreme.Slowly I turned, drawn subtly toward the west.Lo! a cloud Shasta loftier and yet more fairIts snows unfallen, its flush a deeper glow.No earth-set base, no path for venturous foot.Mountain of heaven, mingled of snow and fireFather of all, thy best gifts are world-wide,No child hast thou to whom thou dost not speak.Thy mountains in their fastnesses apartNot all can see; far inland lives may pass,Shut from thine ocean's voice of majesty.But mountains may be weighed, the sea hath bounds;One infinite image hast thou, and for allThou spreadst thy sky--its sunsets and its stars,And its unfathomable deeps of space.01972
Location
[Angels Camp, Calif]
Date Original
1895-04-18T00:00:00
Source
Original letter dimensions: 21.5 x 13 cm.
Resource Identifier
muir08_0943-let.tif
File Identifier
Reel 08, Image 0943
Copyright Status
Copyright status unknown
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Owning Institution
University of the Pacific Library Holt-Atherton Special Collections. Please contact this institution directly to obtain copies of the images or permission to publish or use them beyond educational purposes.
Page Number
Page 1
Keywords
John Muir, correspondence, letters, author, writing, naturalist, California, correspondent, mail, message, post, exchange of letters, missive, notes, epistle
