Hiding all within its fury,

Made the daylight dark as night,

For the very gods were grappling

In a last terrific fight.—

Ages long the battle lasted—

Then the maiden fair and lovely,

Smiled benignant on her foe,

And his very heart was melting

(For ’twas made of ice and snow);

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Loosed the rivers from their bondage,

Vanished now the shroud of snow,

And o’er North Dakota’s prairies

Flowers fair began to grow;

With the advent of the flowers

Came the birds and beasts and man,

Built again their homes and wigwams—

And no more they anxious scan

The horizon for the North Wind,

Knowing that he’s met his fate;

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