Bismarck daily tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1881-1916, 1910-10-14

records or our young state. Let US
tell the story Of the pioneers as we'll
as build memorials to their honor.
May some one soon arise to reveal
the heart of the pioneer woman who
has suffered and endured and remaln-
ed with us through experiences some
thing like this:
A woman faced our prairies wide and
white with snow,
Cold frost held bound the earth and
! filled her heart with fear;
From sunny south land filled with
flowers, with mounts and wales,
Fair lakes and woodland streams, she
came to our vast plains;
No comfort gained she from the vista,
wide and free.
Twas only so much barren, cold, un-
| fertile plain,
And in her dreary pain she cried,
For me It's death"
With meadowlarks clear, joyful, song
the spring had come.
With green the level fields were
spread Warm breezes stirred
The flower decked fields. New life
filled now the vista broad,
And peopled where the plains with
toilers glad in work.
The woman, too. looked out with
heart astir with life,
And gladly took her place in labor
sweet and strong.
Sweet summer came with having
waving fields of breeze tossed
: grain,
Afar she gazed DER prairies rich and
beautiful;
Now joyed she in the vista broad and
wide and free;
She thanked kind God for vision far
beyond old bounds;
Ger many miles she touched true
hearts and nighbors' hands,
And up to Heavens clear blue she
looked in trust and faith,
With firm and loyal lips she spoke,
For me It's Iife.'
The autumn's coming found her
brave and strong Of heart,
The winters cold she faced with
courage high and sure.
Rich plains had yielded harvest plenti-
full for all,
Her toll had filled her home with
comfort, warmth and stories;
A mother new with sweet, absorbing
cares and joys,
The boundless plains meant large
room to grow,
And in her heart of hearts she sang,
For me tbs home"
May someone before it is too late
express the indomitable spirit and
love of the wild of the plainsman who
has roved and tanned for us our prair.
les, and whose high courage must
have beat to some such refrain as
this:
The morning breaks with the wild
! birds song,
AS l face the west on the trail 50
J. long.
And urge my steed to his pace full
strong;
The grasses wave In the breezes that
stir,
Wild life beasts past as my broncho
spur
For galloping far and galloping free,
The prairie's the place for a man to
be.
In noon-tide's heat we pause for a
rest,
And the bride droops low on my tired
steed's breast,
But we start anew on our ceaseless
quest;
Through the sun holds all in his grip
so strong,
Our hearts are brave as We still speed
along:
For galloping far and galloping free,
The prairie's the place for man to
be.
The moon shines clear and the trail
runs far,
Our path is lit by the cold North
Star,
AS onward we push with never a bar;
We hear nights murmur as Nature
calls
But westward we press as darkness
falls;
For galloping far and galloping Free
The prairies the place for man to
be.
And at last may the song of our
people be set to some eternal strain
with perhaps this keynote.
O, Dacotah, the Queen of all Prairies,
The land of our homing and ken;
Here's lay to the gay,
And an air of our dare;
Let us sing to thee, Mother of Men.
0, Dacotah, the land that is bound
less,
Where eyes may see farthest and
best;
Here's a Tilt. if thou wilt.
And song for the strong;
Let us sing to thee, Star of the West.
O. Dacotah. the home for the home
less,
Where yet there is room and to spare;
Here's a verse that though terse,
Let us sing with ring; :,
The song of our state, loved and fair.
MOTHERS! |
Don't fail to procure Mrs. Wins
lows Soothing Syrup for your child
rem while cutting teeth. 1t sooths the
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