He loved those bells, and the one who played them, and under their swelling tones had been awakened new thoughts and lofty purposes. He knew they were lofty. He was not yet altogether sure that they were his, but they were there in his mind for him to think about, and there was a strange awesome lure about their contemplation
The Mountain that was 'God' / Being a Little Book About the Great Peak Which the Indians / Named 'Tacoma' but Which is Officially Called 'Rainier
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John Williams
