Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1897-01-01
Washlngton Standard
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Copyright. lNgt, hy Harriet A. Murrhy)
Temperate and sunny AMI fair.
Ncr'iant with flowers, fruits and g:asScs
Sweet is the charm ni the Evergreel
STATE,
Pride ui the North and the nation.
Here is the great Sound oi Puget,
tnd tbs. the prmrval forest;
That silently shadows and guards it
On Its inward and outward flowing.
Beautiful inland sea,
Reaching with long arms extended;
Landlocked, and sheltered from winds :;
And safe from all hidden dangers.
These are the tempered waters,
Which flowing north on the gulf stream
Bear on their breast the tropical air,
And traffic Of nations.
Spiced by the breath Of the pine;
And warmed by the ncighborins ocean,
Blissful and sweet are the zcphyrs kind
That rutiic the waters OF Puget.
Here are the wonderful cities,
That grow and expand in q night time !;
And these, are the people, happy,
With health and beauty and virtue.
Gone is the savage Indian,
Gone his canoe and his paddle,
But ever will rise his songs of war
From the depths of the pulsing water;
Ever among the forest will hang
TIE smoke of his dusky wigwam.
Grand are Washington's forest
Evergreens, tall and stately;
Grown from the virgin soil of the west
And the humid breath of the ocean;
Sentinels, frowning and straight,
Watching the cleaning mountains.
Looking like Druids of ED,
Guarding their castle in battle.
Soft and blue are the skies;
And rich the Italian sunsets
Which paint the surface of lovely lakes
Hidden away in the forest;
Faithful mirrors of earth and sky,
Like the eyes of innocent children.
Swift are the winding rivers,
Yielding their crystal waters.
Sparkling fountains of life and Joy,
Fresh from the paradise valleys.
Down where the murmuring salt-waves
Recede and advance at their leisure,
Stretches the marshland, broad and rich
And yellow with ripening wheat fields;
Dyked, and gated and locked,
There seems no limit to yielding,
Bringing wealth to those who toll
To the song and rhyme of the ocean.
Verdant the valleys and lowlands,
Smiling with bloom are the prairies,
Fruitful the gardens and orchards,
Extensive the fields of the hopvine.
Numberless logging camps, too,
Telling the noble forest.
Sawmills dotting the shores of the
Sound,
And loading the ships with lumber.
Up from the waters of Puget
Rise the snowy Olympics;
Bearing upon their glittering breast
The profile of Washington noble;
Fitting tomb OF the Gods,
OF Him, the father of nations.
Shrouded in winding mists that arise,
And keeping eternal vigil.
Majestic the snow-covered mountains,
And their glaciers that grind without
ceasing,
Feeding the streams that flow to the
east
And those that flow to the westward.
Mother of Waters, the Cascades,
Enumclaw, murmuring mountain;
Land where the gods of the wind and
the snow
In dusky csverns are hiding.
Towering above the range.
Ancient as time and eternal,
King of countless wealth untold,
Stands Rainier in his grandeur,
Dressed in the purple splendors.
He ushers in the fair morning,
Lifting his fieecy nightcap off,
As she smiles on his breast at the dawn
ing.
Broad and fertile the country
Lying east of the Cascades,
Land of the famous Washington wheat
And following peaches.
Bound to the East by the steel rail,
We wait but the wealth and the work.
To change the course of our many
streams,
And bind them to muscle and labor,
To delve for the coal and the lead,
The iron, the clay and the copper,
The gold and the silver cropping out,
In rich overlooking from lodges.
Temperate and sunny and fair,
Verdant with flowers, fruits and grasses.
Sweet is the charm of the Evergreen
State.
Pride of the North and the nation.