  TO F. B. F. The lovely valleys nestling in the arms Of glorious mountain peaks; The purple tint of sunset hour, and charms The evening hour bespeaks; The monarch peak kissed by the rising sun, While clouds keep guard below; Grand, restful views, with foliage autumn-won, And Northern lights rare glow,— Will e'er recall, In memory's hall, The happy days when on fair "Look-Off's" height, Sweet friendship cast her hues of golden light. Hotel Look-Off, September, 1891. |
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