A SONG OF THE WEST.

A SONG OF THE WEST.

Into the glowing West!

Our own dear Mother's breast;

The gaunt, the silent earth,

It lies, endures the dearth,

And smiles in spite of thirst

Into the West!

Where man may work, may rest:

This is my paradise,

Beneath vast arching skies,

Skies that are eloquent

Cloudless and all content.

Into the West!

As free and unsuppressed

As ocean's roll.

The grandeur of her soul?

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TO ESTHER.

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