Lewis Clark State College - Yearbook (Lewiston, ID)

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westmarh Jian! in ,1fn1ftp:tbree Ella Kimbrough '16, You who live now in this Westland, In the town or village small, In the city or the orchards Where the fruits abundant fall, In the farm house, on the wheat ranch, Where the train goes rushing by And the postman brings you daily Messages from far and nigh, Come you with me to our fathers, To the days of Forty-three, To the shores of Mississippi And the hills of Tennessee. Let us hear the call, Come westward ! Take the trail for Oregon, And with hearts as bold and dauntless Go as those before have gone. Covered wagons drawn by oxen Or by horses, form the train, Filled with brave souls leaving homeland That they ne'er may see again, Friends behind and foes before us, With us comrades tried and true, Sad it is, and yet 'tis gloriousg And it thrills me through and through, just to see the naked prairie Stretchingemiles and miles away I-louseless, treeless, lone and dreary See the long grass bend and sway To the music of the wild wind, T-o the tread of creature shy, And to keep lookout for Indians Who may lurk in hiding nigh. Now we gather round the camp fire With our little crowd alone: Kindred spirits with one purpose And this great world all our own. Months of picnic in all weatherg Cloud or shine, in wind and rain, Feasting daily all together B-y' the stream or on the plain.

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We are free and we are houseless, Save the Prairie Schooner snug And the canvas tent at night time T 4Where we need no slumber drug-. ' Every morning looking westward, Toiling on and on again. Every evening camping farther, Farther out upon the plain. Oh, to climb the rugged mountain , On above the timber line, And to drink at nature's fountain Sweeter draught than any wine, Ford the foaming mountain river, Sleep beneath the fir and pine, Feel the mighty mountain quiver Wliezi the storm path crosses mine. Dropping down into the Westland ,We have reached the Oregon, And will face the life as nobly As the brave before have done. Build our homes, we empire builders, Building strong and brave and true For the thousands who shall follow From the old states to the new. Fight with Indians? Yes, perhaps so, Yet will teach them peace and love, Teach the brotherhood of all men And the Fatherhood aboveg Battle oft with sore privations, Conquer nature and the wild With the courage that builds nations And the glad heart of a child. Thus our land was conquered for us. Thus our fathers lived and died, Toiling, singing, fighting, working, For this west, our country's pride- We, with homage true and tender, Reverence the pioneer, I-Te, the frontier's brave defender, Gave to us this land so dear. flla Kimbrough