The Green And The Gold.
Is fair and fresh and sweet;
Green are the fields of waving corn,
And gold the fields of wheat.
Those leagues of lustrous green enfold
A hope, whereon we build;
And those proclaim__these leagues of gold__
A prophecy fulfilled.
They hint, they tell, that all is well
In all the splendid land;
They promise bounty, full and free,
As from a kingly hand.
Around the burnished yellow squares
The busy reapers ply;
With whir and hum, they go and come,
They wheel and hurry by.
From early morn to set of sun
They speed, and gather in;
They seize and hold the harvest gold,
To heap the harvest bin.
And many a deep and throbbing joy,
And many a pleasure sweet,
Were never born but for the corn,
and for the golden wheat.
Kansas In Literature__Part I. Poetry
Introduction by William Herbert Carruth
(Topeka: Crane & Co. 1900)