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Show A SONG OF UTAH. I love her now-clad mountain peaks, Where spring her dashing canyon creeks; I love the birds that sing to her, . i I love the flow'rs that bring to her The blush that beauty seeks. I love her valleys fair and wide, Where health and happiness abide And every tree that grows for her And every breeze, that blows for her In spring and summertide. I love her crystal inland sea. Where float the gulls so gracefully; And every tide that tolls for her Its deep monotony. I love the man that calls her home, . Where so e'er he chance to roam; And every heart that beats for her And of the world entreats for her A place in Honor's dome. Harold Goff, In Western Monthly. |