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Show UTAH'S CORONATION. CANTATA. Written by Leo IIefeli for the Fourth Ward Sunday school Provo, Utah County, FOR THE 44TII ANNIVERSARY OF THE TWENTY-FOURTH OF JULY. 1S47 o 1S01. Picture of the Eagle and the Bee-Hive. DRAMATIS PERSONS. TriE Future white robed, heavily veiled, female personage, appears at the end, to crown Utah with an oak wreath. Columbia in national colors, carrying carry-ing a banner with forty-four stars, UTAH Territory a dignified, matronly ma-tronly maiden, wearing on her dress the emblems of her wreath. Provo City a self-confident, self-imposed self-imposed youth, with emblems of industrial in-dustrial development. UTAn Cocnty a budding maiden, exhibiting in coy abundance the bounties boun-ties of exuberant nature. Provo River an impetuous, frolicking, frol-icking, fresh-water youth, with specimens speci-mens of mineral and piscatorial wealth. Subdued organ accompaniment, suited to the varying meters.) Enter. provo river. Ripple, ripple, from the mountains ! From the upward valley's fountains, From the cattle-nursing meads, Come I with the haste of steods; Running, scurrying over boulders, Bruising right and left my shoulders; Sendiug many a silver spray Up th gorge to sunlit, day. I, in silver-foaming shivers, Brightest of all Utah rivers, Coining from the purest skies, j Down to the verdant paradise; j From grioi Wasatch mountain bights, Into vales of sweet delights; Bringing in my silver cups Purest Life Elixir's sups. But, emerging from the hills, Scattering my fertile rills, Over meadows, woods and fields, Moisture that rich nurture yields; What is that, my eyes enchants, Full of flowers, fruits and plants, While the lark sweet strains descants. Enter. utaii county. Why, River siy, Come from mountains high, Born beneath balsamic sky. So, You must know, That you here below, Find the finest floral show. Neat, At your feet, Glad with you to meet, Utah County's here to greet. More, In our door, You can soon explore, Health and wealth in plenteous store. Bliss, Is in this, The subtile kiss, Sweet from canyon abyss, Pour, Evermore , From thy Wasatch store, Where my orchards censor soar. provo City. Dear Provo river, Though now you shiver, From hills above : Come, to make love With limpid bounty To Utah county. I know you 're pretty, Thus I take pitty. But, limpid elf, Look for yourself ! Don't be too gushing, With waters rushing! I need a little To fill my "kittle", My mills to run. To have wool spun, And keep me busy, So, don't get dizzy! Don't go to riot, But keep just quiet; We like your fun. And help your run. You won't be slighted, Don t get excited. Enter. ctah territory. What noise is this on Utah's lake, ; That I must hurriedly forsake j My once so tranquil habitation, i Almost in turbulent agitation! ! I see a river, see a county, j A city, each endowed with bounty, Creating almost an alarm j What is the trouble? Where's the harm! I'd like to know it right away; j For this you'll know, is holiday ; ! Mv birthday, too, i have been told. j When I am forty-four years old. I A goodly age, I itiust confess, ! An age for modest, home spun dress, j Not for such gaudy, flash array J With ivy twig and holly spray, I And dews and grasses. Hints and moss, And other youthful rustic dross. j I am sedate don't ou forget ! j Although I might be lively yet. j It's true, I've seen some two score j summers. j I'm not one of your green new comers. I I saw the desert ere the foot j Of speculator would take root; j I smelled of sasje the odorous brush, i Before land agents made a rush ; I bathed in this great saline lake When none else would such water take. Bridges I built, and snakes I killed, And cabins built, and fields I tilled, And spun my wool, and worked my loom. E're there shown any realty boom; And after I have all this said I yet remain, alas! a maid. FROVO RIVER. Ripple, ripple, from the mountains, From the upmost valley fountains; From the cattle-nursing meads, Come I with the haste of steeds, Offering you my crystal beads. CTAU COUNTY. So, You must know, That you here below Find the finest rural show Of productions man did ever sow. PROVO CITY. In all your glory, Miss Territory, I wish veil joys, With all the boys. Of either party, So they be hearty, I Not too much noise. f UTAH TERRITORY. You needn't all try to exhort. I I think I understand this sort Of consolation very well. t ( There is the Democratic swell; f 1 And the Republican gallant. Neither in promise slow nor scant. But vou, m- dear ones, must remem-"ber. remem-"ber. It isn't '"Ninety-Two's November." Their tarly's sweet, their stitrar, too; I know, they'd see ""this Utah'' through, So it be done upon the sly, To leave on neither one "a lly." j' I know they're eager, both of them. To osculate of my robe the hem, , To get my will and approbation, i And introduce me to the Nation. And, though my years count forty-four, forty-four, " I well ni'irht have some winters more; And yet be courted none the less. For all this wealth that's on my dres.: The minerals from the mountains torn, From fertile fields abundant corn. From rivers fish, from plains the hay; From lake the salt, from hill the clay; Ar. draught beside, the livelong day. Of Nat ure " fortune' rich foraye. I know. I'm g. ttuig rather old." (My gold locks silver threads may ;, hold), I've grown in serfdom almost cold, I've been neglected, hagard, spurned, Though bettnr fate I richly earned ; But river county, city dear, I feed the day of justice near. I tell you, though I'm forty-four, An unwed maid tin wooed" no more. COLUMUlA. 5 And so my daughters number forty- r four,, " That are within my hospitable door. I See here, the stars, the emblems of f their glory, " The golden symbols of victorious I story, I But none more bright than Utah territory ter-ritory Will add to my escutcheon's shining pride. When she is with her sisterhood allied. al-lied. UTAH TERRITORY. Mother! shall I on benaed knee Much longer humble suppliant be? COLUMBIA. Nay, daughter! ask me not the final word ! Thy loyal supplications oft I've heard, Till thy petitions swelled into a claim. For f ranch ised statehood's more becoming be-coming name. Well do I know thy loyal heart, thy beauty, I And know that thou art true to civic duty. But not to me a mortal is it given Receive thy guerdon from the hand of j Heaven! I future. I Fair Utah! Justice, light and liberty look down. j And now set on thy loyal brow tho civic clown.' ' I i 1 |