catch a broader view; in the enchantment of the beauty spread out before you forget the greed and strife that mar the lives of men."
Buttes of Linn! Buttes of Linn!
Ye speak to me in tones as clear
As when my infant eyes looked on thee
And girlhood's dreamy thoughts
Spun 'round thee strange sweet fantasies.
Upon thy face, Washington,
A picture I could see so true
It all but spake to me.
It was of him the great and good
Who gave the name of Washington.
Our country's own whose name is thine.
Strong-featured, beautiful thou ai't!
A down thy sides on north and south
The waving trees seem like the locks
That flowed from his great brow.
His noble face adorning.
At evening time, when day's last beams
Shed o'er thee soft and gentle light.
How oft I've seen my mother stand.
In awe enwrapt, and gaze on thee.
And low, in words, scarce whispered, say
"How beautiful! how beautiful."
Through long years past come back to me
Re-echoed from thy face her words,
"How beautiful! how beautiful!"
O Buttes of Linn! Buttes of Linn!
Ever to me the story tell
What ye alone can say,
Of happiest days, of loves most loved.
Of glorious dreams of future deeds.
speak! and let me feel once more
The thrill that warmed me then;
The fireside love and hearthstone dreams
Within the walls of home.
Buttes of Linn! Buttes of Linn!
The world is wide and fair.
But nowhere in its great expanse
Can any place, however grand,
Bring to my heart the solace sweet
I find imprinted in thy forms,
For love and home are pictured there.
