Poetry of Kansas

When She Was Born
Upon That Kansas Hill.

When she was born upon that Kansas Hill
    Soft April tiptoed through the prairie grass, 
Bidding the early meadow-larks be still 
    And listen/or the coming soul to pass.__
It came with soundless music from the deep, 
    Fulfilled with superhuman harmony 
That charmed the waiting Easter-balls to sleep 
    And made them dream of mornings yet to be, 
When she should romp that hill and greet the sun 
    With her clear treble and drink the spicy air 
And pulse in time with all the life begun 
    In that soft season of what is sweet and fair. 
Oh, there was joy enough that April morn 
Over the Kansas Hill where she was born! 

__William Herbert Carruth.

A Book Of Kansas Poems

Willard Wattles
(Lawrence: The World Company. 1914)
Pages 118-119

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