Watching the secrets of the plains unfold;

Their homes they built and smoked the pipe of peace,

And vowed by the Great Spirit

Their friendship would not cease.

*     *     *     *

Gone are the braves. The papooses and the squaw

No longer wait for winter snows to thaw;

The tepee’s gone, the peace pipe and the dance,

Gone, gone, alas! forever,

The Red Man’s fighting chance.

[Pg 17]

For pale face came, and from Dakota’s plain

The Red Man drove, and claimed his vast domain;

No power on earth could stay the Viking’s son,

For “iron men” are born

In the land of midnight sun.

*     *     *     *

Onward they came, these Northmen, feared of old,

Bold pioneers, to wrest the hidden gold

From North Dakota’s hills and virgin sod;

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