A human train with magic strife;
Triumphant the age is swiftly coming
When barren deserts spring into life.
Our state with all of its resources,
Has been wrapt long enough in a trance;
She has succeeded in reforming all principals
That superstition had ruled by the lance.
No task by ignorance fostered,
Has yet daunted the skill of our time;
All barriers that nature afforded
Are now working in mechanical rhyme.
No problem of political economy,
Has mastered our science of law;
We tread to the beat of our conscience,
We reverence our state with just awe:
Old Kansas has a foundation
As firm as the light of the sun;
And, though at the height of her gloW,
Her childhood has only begun.
Old Kansas, Old KANSAS, forever !
The land of brave hearts and free intellect;
Shall dwell in the midst of all splendor,
Where heavenly arches her glory may reflect !
Hours in Dreamland
(Buffalo: The Peter Paul Book Company. 1896)