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,
Magnificent, sublime!
Her secrets still remain her own
And will throughout all time!