" the old regrets...that hold no sorrow."

Yosemite Trails

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Here to our edification, Chase takes the pulpit within the

Great Sierra Cathedral and gives us his Litany of that which

we may be acquainted with while inhabiting the

" blessed quietude. "

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" O the delight of those Sierra evenings! The blessed quietude, that

lies on you like a soft pressure and cools like a woman's hand; 

the hushed talking of the stream as it runs around the bend, or laps

and drains under sodden eaves of moss; the delicious rose of

sunset-lighted snow-peaks; the always friendly companionship

of trees; the purling soliloquy of the fire; the surprise of the first

star, and the wistful magic of the moonlight; the pleasant

ghosts that sit with you around the fire and call you by forgotten

nicknames; the old regrets that hold no sorrow; the old joys

that do; the good snow-chill of the wind drawing steadily down

the canyon; the quick undressing and turning in, and the

instant oblivion. "

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