How silent! Broods yon sea of emerald spires
In darkness; hushed, the drowsy forest sleeps
The while Rainier, O Regal Ermined Guard,
Thy virgils keep, till, bending low, the stars
Sweet vespers sing and thou art lulled to rest,
To rest, but not to mimic mortal death;
O Star of Earth, why may some distant orb
Not see thee glow at night as I do now?

Second verse of the poem by
Edmund S. Meany.     

How YOU Can Help The
Naturalist Work in Mt. Rainier
National Park.

Dedicated to public service and the development of a greater appreciation of the National Parks by the people of the nation, the naturalist department has been materially aided by thoughtful donations from those whom it has served in the past. Books on natural history, on human history of the Pacific Northwest, on Indian lore, interesting historical photographs or news clippings relative to the park, and magazines (such as) NATURE, NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC, AMERICAN FORESTS, NATURAL HISTORY, BIRD LORE, and the like have swelled our library and have facilitated a better presentation of the interesting features of this park to our visiting public through the various mediums at our command.