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John Muir

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[Concerning the Hemlock Spruce, now called Mountain Hemlock:] I wish I had space to write more of the surpassing beauty of this favorite spruce. ... The deer love to lie down beneath its spreading branches; bright streams from the snow that is always near ripple through its groves, and bryanthus spreads precious carpets in its shade. But the best words only hint its charms. Come to the mountains and see.
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The Mountains of California (1894), chapter 8: The Forests

 
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Even the Seven Treasures cannot compare
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Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven
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'God!' let the torrents, like a shout of nations,
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