Proceedings of the National Parks Conference

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U.S. Government Printing Office, 1917 - National parks and reserves
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Page 89 - The lands of the State, now owned or hereafter acquired, constituting the forest preserve as now fixed by law, shall be forever kept as wild forest lands. They shall not be leased, sold or exchanged, or be taken by any corporation, public or private, nor shall the timber thereon be sold, removed or destroyed.
Page 209 - States is hereby authorized, in his discretion, to declare by public proclamation historic landmarks, historic and prehistoric structures, and other objects of historic or scientific interest that are situated upon the lands owned or controlled by the Government of the United States to be national monuments...
Page 141 - At last I heard a voice upon the slope Cry to the summit, ' Is there any hope ?' To which an answer peal'd from that high land, But in a tongue no man could understand ; And on the glimmering limit far withdrawn God made Himself an awful rose of dawn TO , AFTER READING A LIFE AND LETTERS.
Page 78 - I hear the tread of pioneers Of nations yet to be ; The first low wash of waves, where soon Shall roll a human sea. The rudiments of empire here Are plastic yet, and warm ; The chaos of a mighty world Is rounding into form...
Page 311 - Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.
Page 79 - The summer— no sweeter was ever; The sunshiny woods all athrill; The grayling aleap in the river, The bighorn asleep on the hill. The strong life that never knows harness/ The wilds where the caribou call; The freshness, the freedom, the farness — O God, how I'm stuck on it all I The winter!
Page 79 - There's a land where the mountains are nameless, And the rivers all run God knows where ; There are lives that are erring and aimless, And deaths that just hang by a hair ; There are hardships that nobody reckons; There are valleys unpeopled and still ; There's a land — oh, it beckons and beckons, And I want to go back — and I will.
Page 78 - You come to get rich (damned good reason); You feel like an exile at first; You hate it like hell for a season, And then you are worse than the worst. It grips you like some kinds of sinning; It twists you from foe to a friend; It seems it's been since the beginning; It seems it will be to the end.
Page 75 - Let us probe the silent places, let us seek what luck betide us; Let us journey to a lonely land I know. There's a whisper on the night-wind, there's a star agleam to guide us, And the Wild is calling, calling ... let us go.
Page 79 - There's gold, and it's haunting and haunting; It's luring me on as of old ; Yet it isn't the gold that I'm wanting, So much as just finding the gold.

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