Night is breaking into dawn.

Look! Along the eastern heavens

Yonder cloud a beacon glows,

Touching all with mellow brightness;

Gray is turning into rose.

Sombre shadows swiftly vanish—

Gorgeous are the fiery dyes

That adorn the far horizons,

Flooding earth, and air and skies.

See! The sun is slowly rising

O’er the level fields of grain,

Restless, golden billows surging

On a vast and boundless main.—

Hark! A distant sound is breaking

Through the stillness deep and calm—

O’er the prairies floats the cadence

Of sweet Nature’s morning psalm.

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DAKOTA LAND, DAKOTA LAND

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