Kansas Day; Containing a Brief History of Kansas, and a Collection by Kansas Authors

Kansas Day; Containing a Brief History of Kansas, and a Collection by Kansas Authors

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1892 edition. Excerpt: ...flee; Of princely wealth and poverty. Go search them all, through every line, Yet deign to read this song of mine, Of the old trail of "Forty-nine." Mrs. Allerton. TO KANSAS. Not for thy outward charms of form and face, Careful to leave no feature unexpressed, As if for beauty's sake we love thee best, We bring the praise; nor for thy pride of race, Nor for thy wealth that waxeth great apace; Nor will we vaunt, with low and swinish zest, The milky richness of thy mother-breast, Like unweaned babes that know no higher grace. TO KANSAS. 125 Shall we be lured by these things? Are not we A something more than mouth, and eyes, and ears, To eat, and look, and listen life away? More than these skin-deep beauties must thou be, To win and keep our homage through the years; Yea, fair in more transcendent wise than they. And fair thou art, as we would have thee be, Fair even in this more transcendent wise; The light of high communings on thee lies; Thy touch the bond abide not, but are free, Thy look is gracious, holy; none but thee, Smiled on how e'er she be by happy skies, Hath power to still the hunger of our eyes, Unsated by the mountains and the sea. For thou art Freedom's daughter, and thy birth Was through the pain of Righteousness' wars; Thy cradle-song, the battle's roar and din. Therefore thy beauty hath the greater worth Of nobler thoughts; so art thou fair within, And claimest thine the pathway of the stars. Arthur Graves Canfield. (In Frost's Collection.) "GOD SAVE OUR TOWN." Beyond the sea in cities old, With time-worn walls and moss-grown towers, Still, as we are by travelers told, The ancient watchman calls the hours; At midnight, when the moon rides high, Rings out his voice to the roofs and sky, "Twelve o'clock, twelve o'clock, and all's...show more

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  • Paperback | 54 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 113g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236675886
  • 9781236675880