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Escaping the town with its dust and din, A wayfarer was asked to come within A lovely home on a mountain height, To rest awhile and be sated with sight Of the beauties within and glories without, That ever encircle far-famed Lookout.

From city to summit the walk was far, But gliding along in the trolley car, Forsaking the valley and climbing the side, The city was distanced in a two-fold stride; Its smoke rolled beneath, its din died away, With toilers' tramp at the closing day.

Part of Chattanooga and Lookout Mountain.

This home was "La Brisa;" for pure mountain air Played around its sides and its frontage fair, Uplifting yet higher the travel-worn guest, As he feasted to the full, and enjoyed sweet rest; While music came forth and fellowship flowed— With lofty delights the company glowed.

The low-lying city became all ablaze With myriad lights and their countless rays, The moon and the stars were reigning above, While far-twinkling lights threw kisses of love To wayfarer and friends, caught up between The city of light and the heavens serene.