Grand Canyon had no speech to make.
She never said a word.
While I viewed her matchless glory,
I was startled by a bird. It came flying, tumbling through the air,
And stopped beside me there,
And sung the sweetest little song.
How I wanted you to hear. A little chipmunk then rushed out
And stood on his hind legs
And chattered me a welcome
To this land of towering crags. Then, another little songster,
From the tip top of a pine,
Sang as sweet as ever echoed
In the valley of the Rhine! But the Gorge was mute, but glorious,
Her secrets still remain her own
And will throughout all time!