The ploughshare won the land For these “master men” of God. * * * * Their children now look out on well-tilled fields, And garner wealth, that many a rich mine yields; The argosies of earth their treasures bear— For empty rank and title and sham, They little care. * * * * O boys and girls of North Dakota’s Land, Guard, love her well! Pledge her your heart and hand! Where else on earth are seen such sunset fires— What other race can boast More fearless dames and sires! [Pg 18] [Pg 18] A PRAIRIE SUNRISE Gray and silent is the morning— Shadows like some airy lawn Veil the prairies from our vision;
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