O'er the valley so calm and still;

Where the mesas blue, blend their dreamy hue

With the skies of the San Miguel.

Where the mountains hold a vast wealth of gold,

In the quartz ledge and placer bar;

Where the hills resound with the constant sound

Of the stamp mill's battering jar;

Where the waters dash with the rhythmic splash

Of the cascade and mountain rill,

As they laugh and flow to the lands below,

Through the turbulent San Miguel.

Where the shadows glide, in the eventide,

As the sun, to nocturnal rest,

With the dazzling rays of a world ablaze,

Sinks into the distant west;

When the yellow leaf of existence brief,

Brings the hour when the pulse is still,

May my ashes rest in the golden West,

On the banks of the San Miguel.

"Where the mountains high, cleave the azure sky, With their turrets so bleak and gray." LIZARD HEAD, SAN MIGUEL COUNTY, COLORADO.

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