To Baby. A Poem

BELATED EMIGRANTS OF 1856 211 has in ages past cut its way through the granite walls, forming a chasm nearly nine hundred feet in length, and one hundred and fifty feet wide. The bed of the river, at this point, is filled with huge fragments of rocks that have fallen from above. The mountain scenery along the Sweetwater Valley is picturesque and beautiful beyond description. The valley is from five to ten miles in width, and bounded on the north and south by mountain peaks, ragged summits, and rocky ridges, varying from twelve hundred to twenty hundred feet in height. Those on the south are the highest, and are well timbered, while those on the north are bare, with the exception of a few scattering cedars. The river hugs the hills along the north side of the valley, and its general course is to the east. Its average width is about sixty feet, and its depth not far from four feet. The main branch of this serpentine stream heads near the low pass, between the Wind River and the Green River mountains, and the distance from there to Devil's Gate is about eighty miles. This place, called South Pass, separates the waters of the Atlantic ocean from those of the Pacific, and the altitude is a little more than seven thousand feet above sea level. After ten days' hard riding over almost impassable roads, Joseph A. Young and Abel Garr arrived at Salt Lake City, sore, stiff and worn out. They immediately delivered to President Brigham Young their important message, after which they enjoyed a needed rest. (to be continued) To Baby Baby fingers, pink and white; Also eyes so sweetly bright, And the tresses of your hair Are what men call golden fair; Little dimpled, smiling face, Promiseful of maiden grace! But, O baby, why grow old When the world is hard and cold? Soothe and kiss me in gray hairs, Be my baby all the years. Aubrey Parker