The Green And The Gold. The breeze across the hills of morn     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. __Andrew Downing.

Kansas In Literature^__Part I. Poetry
Introduction by William Herbert Carruth
(Topeka: Crane & Co. 1900)
Page 107

 

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