Ere the shadows of night come drooping down.—

Such, North Dakota, thy sunsets are—

Spreading their glory near and far,

Flooding the soul with a holier peace

That lingers long after the daylight shall cease!

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NORTH DAKOTA—PAST AND PRESENT

(The Passing of the Red Man)

Low-lying hills, “bad lands” and rolling plain,

Stretching afar like billows on the main,

With winding rivers seeking distant homes,

And leagues of virgin prairie

Where stately bison roams.

The brave Mandan, the Sheyenne and the Sioux,

The Chippewa and the Grosventre too,

Along the rivers and the plains did dwell;

The land they called Dakota,

And methink they named it well.

And here they lived for centuries untold,

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