The Globe-republican., 1890-01-08
For the GLOBE REPUBLICAN.
KANSAS.

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KANSAS
"Sunriower State" Garden of the Westr'
Broad. fertile plains and wales most blest,
Waving bright Ger your rolling fields,
Grows the golden grain your harvest yields.
Your happy homes by stream and hill,
Your roaring trains and rumbling mill,
Your lowing herds that wander near
Your springs, and streams and rivers clear
schools and churches, Your special pride:
y, glorious state, You have been tried
BY storms rs fierce, tempests as dark
As ever tossed an ocean bark
Graded mid strife and civil war.
What could You be but what YOU are.
The favored land of liberty.
When covetous tyrant-haughty, proud
Viewed your broad acres flower strewed
He sought with all his wealth and power
TO drag you to his cursed bower
But Liberty could ne'er endure
To see land So bright, so pure,
Thus foully bound i'm slavery's chains.
And forthwith to the rescue came
The strife was fierce, the carnage great;
The tyrant well deserve ed his fate
In seeking thee he lost his ALL
Free homes you gave to defend ers brave
But not a rood Is titled by slave
In your broad realm of Liberty
Another tyrant comes at length.
Endowed with wealth and giant strength.
Not blacks alone. but whites as well,
He seeks to sink In deepest hell
His greed insatiate knows no bound;
His myriad victims now are found
in many states of our fair land
lie woo's their statesmen, grasps their hand
And brides them. too, to get their votes,
Then strips their brothers of their coats
Binds them with chain, by far more vile
Than slavery does on far off Nile
But you, brave Kansas, did not wait
Until this tyrant owned the state
You banshed him etcrnally.
And now he's seeking to return,
The blear eyed braggart, yiiest kern
Of all the host of Satun's brood
That e'er infested plain or wood,
His clOven hOOf between the lines
Is clearly seen in h. G. Times;
Which, to his service vilely bound
Has lost its honor, and has found
The glittering shekels of his bribe
n balm to sOOth his sOrdid pride.
For love of gold he would destroy
Each home. each hope, each girl, each boy
Upon your broad and fertile plain.
To satisfy his greed for gain
He'd drag them down to vice and shame.
He asks you now to submit
To greet his minions and to sit
In tattered garments at his feet,
While he will barter, taunt and cheat
Your SONS and daughters of reward,
And make them own that he's their Lord:
Clothe them in rags, and make them feel
The crushing misery of his heel.
But no, fair Kansas ne'er will deign
To let the tyrant rule again;
She'll not submit, she knows the right;
She'll grid herself for one more fight;
Hurl back the tyrant from her shore
He'll not return. No, never more
Will his voice raise against the poor,
For dead he'll be, and we shall see
His bones lie glittering on the lea,
Slain by the hand of Liberty
Then honor to the "Prarie Land"'
First in Fame's temple she will stand.
Two tyrants slain will be her boast;
They conquered till they reached her coast,
Then died the death which they deserved,
For Kansas ne'er from duty swerved
But ever foremost in the fight
Her sons will battle for the right
Their happy homes they'll e'er defend
Gainst every fiend that hell may send;
Her veterans and their sons will stand
And guard theiI homes in Freedoms land,
And for her brow "a crown there'H be,
The priceless crown of LIBERTY.