Show TJTAH AXD HER TREASURES Upon the threshold Utah stands With waiting feet and outstretched hands For Uncle Sam to greet her Oft has she tapped upon the door At last her waiting days are oer Her sisters come to meet her She comes not as a fickle maid Her home returning long delayed The mistress of vain pleasures But as a matron staid and wise With loyal heart and honest eyes And dowered with royal treasures Hers are the riches of the hills With landlocked lakes and rippling rills And forests dark and quiet Her valleys rich with fruit and grain Wait not upon the fickle rain Nor fear the tempests riot For her are mines of countless worth For her the healing springs gush forthWith I forth-With waters healthbeguiling I The bosom of her salty sea That charms us with its mystery Reflects skies ever smiling I Ah yes her perfect days we love We praise the azure sky above Her valleys and her mountains No brighter days or skies than these Eer smiled serene oer summer seas Or Naples groves or fountains Each morn the curtains of the night Are burst by shafts of rosy light The vale with light is beaming And when the sun goes down to rest Into the splendor of the west Bach peak with gold is gleaming Thus day by day the weeks go LAnd L-And still the same blue tranquil sky Bends oer our mountains hoary And nightly on heavens diadem Each distant star shines like a gem Upon a crown of glory The air that over Utah speeds Is not the languorous breath that breeds The beggars and plagues of Naples j Nor like the soft and odorous breeze That sweeps across the Indian seas And steals through Ceylons temples It comes untainted undefined From Natures laboratory wid Oer lake and mount It hurries It has an element divine That stirs the pulse like ancient wine Health on its wings it carries these the delights of which she sngs These are the treasures that the brings To lay on statehoods altar With equal rights to woman and man She is a true republican Nor will she ever falter I NORMAN B DRESSER I |