“Down through the middle of the Valley flows the crystal Merced, River of Mercy, peacefully quiet, reflecting lilies and trees and the onlooking rocks; things frail and fleeting and types of endurance meeting here and blending in countless forms, as… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Nature had gathered her choicest treasures , to draw her lovers into close and confiding communion with her — John Muir Copy Share Image
