O Mrs. Carr, that you could be here to mingle 
in this night moon glory! I am in the Upper
Yosemite Falls, and can hardly calm to write, 
but, you have been so present in my thought.
In the afternoon, I came up to the mountain, 
with a blanket and a piece of bread, to spend 
the night in prayer among the spouts of the Fall. 
I can only wish again that you would expose your
soul to the rays of this heaven. Silver from
the moon lights this glorious creation 
which we name the Falls, and has laid a double
rainbow at its base. O the music that is blessing 
me now! The grandest notes of the yearly anthem. 
They echo every fiber of me. I am going to stop 
here until morning, and pray a whole blessed 
night with the Falls and the moon.