Glad we have been when our neighbor

Garnered the golden grain,

Knowing our mortgage was unpaid,

And all of our efforts seemed vain.

Glad have we been when the harvest

Yielded an hundred-fold—

Paying the debt and the mortgage,

Lining our pockets with gold.

Yes, we still love North Dakota,

Knowing she’ll compensate well

Those who are willing to try her;—

To summer and winter her well.

[Pg 25-26]

[Pg 25-26]

MISCELLANEOUS VERSES

[Pg 27]

[Pg 27]

GUIDING VOICES

Echoes of beloved voices

Reach us in the silent night,

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