But the South Wind, fair and lovely

Rules now o’er Dakota’s state.

Southward now each year the North Wind

Wends his way to see her face,

To the land of the Dakotas

Where the battle once took place;

Smiling sweet, the maiden greets him,

Warms again his chilly heart;

Satisfied, he briefly lingers—

With him, winter’s cold, depart.

[Pg 15]

[Pg 15]

NORTH DAKOTA SUNSETS

Such beautiful tints in the western skies!

Purples and gold and the deepest rose,

Crimson and scarlet the heavens suffuse

Where the sun of the prairies sinks to repose;—

Spaces where lingering daylight plays

With the skirts of night in her sombre gown,

Spaces where gathering mists hang low

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