201 AIRT RAL
The Redwoods
Joseph B. Strauss
Builder of Golden Gate Bridge.
Here sown by the Creators hand
In serried ranks the Redwoods stand:
No other ctime is honored so.
No other lands, their glory know.
The greatest of Earth's living forms,
Tall conquerors that laugh at storms;
Their challenge still unanswered rings,
Through fifty centuries of kings.
The nations that with them were young.
Rich empires, with their forts far-flung,
Lie buried now-their splendor gone:
But these proud monarchs still live on.
So shalt they live, when ends our day,
When our crude citadels decay:
for brief the years allotted man,
But infinite perennials' span.
This is their temple, vaulted high.
And here we pause with reverent eye,
With silent tounge and awe-struck sout
To be like these, straight, true and fine
To make our world, fike theirs, a
Sink down, Oh Traveler, on your knees,
God stands before you in these trees.
shrine;
