Robert Kirkland Kernighan
The Golden West - Poem by Robert Kirkland Kernighan
The star of empire takes its way
Towards the Golden West ;
And millions follow in its wake
The bravest and the best !
They leave the shores that fed them not,
Nor clothed their children young ;
They come to plant their myriad tents,
The prairie flowers among.
They turn their sw r ords to ploughshares, and
Their spears to pruning hooks ;
They come to lead their flocks and herds
Beside our running brooks.
They come to till our waiting soil,
And break the stubborn sod ;
They come to make their gardens in
This country of our God.
They 'll build their mighty cities by
The wide and crystal lakes ;
Nor cease till 'gainst the Rockies high
The tide of freedom breaks.
And he who starved in wretchedness
Beyond the distant sea,
Will, in our land of bounteousness,
A lord of nature be.
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