Collection of Kansas Poetry

Miss Hattie Horner


The home of freemen thou shalt be, 
    Where patriot footsteps love to stray, 
    And to thy soil their homage pay, 
    Where Virtue, with her heavenly ray, 
Doth shine in sweetest purity. 
And, when Time comes to end my days, 
    Chant in my ear some old refrain 
    Of patriot song; the Parting pain 
    Will cease; then say: "In humble strain 
He sang for Kansas her.sweet praise." 
__From "The Song of Kansas."    

SHE, weeping, dropped a tear, and when it fell 
    A poet caught the little pearly sphere 
    And questioned it; and his enraptured ear 
Caught up the things which it began to tell. 
He heard the tone of solemn sounding knell 
    O'er a departed hope; the cry of fear; 
    The wail of anguish, and soft sighings dear, 
Which make the lover's lonely bosom swell. 
And there he saw, ensphered, a mother's heart, 
    Bleeding for her lost child; and open grave, 
And love amid the trophies of his dart, 
    With every throb of passion that it gave. 
    All heights of joy, and depths of woe, were here 
    Encompassed in the ocean of a tear.   
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