The sky-line melts from russet int… Unbroken the horizon, saving where A wreath of smoke curls up the far… And points the distant lodges of t… Etched where the lands and cloudla…

Up the dusk-enfolded prairie, Foot-falls, soft and sly, Velvet cushioned, wild and wary, Then—the coyote’s cry. Rush of hoofs, and roar and rattle…

You are belted with gold, little b… Yellow gold, like the sun That spills in the west, as a chal… When feasting is done. You are gossamer-winged, little br…

Love, was it yesternoon, or years… You took in yours my hands, And placed me close beside you on… Of Oriental lands? The truant hour came back at dawn…

And only where the forest fires ha… Scorching relentlessly the cool no… A sweet wild flower lifts its purp… And, like some gentle spirit sorro… It hides the scars with almost hum…

So near at hand (our eyes o’erlook… In search of distant things) A dear dream lay—perchance to grow… Had we but felt its wings Astir. The air our very breathing…

Sleep, with her tender balm, her t… Has passed me by; Afar I see her vesture, velvet-li… Float silently; O! Sleep, my tired eyes had need…

Plains, plains, and the prairie la… To the north the open country, sou… Never a bit of woodland, never a r… Only a stretch of cactus beds, and… Never a habitation, save where in…

There was a man-a Jew of kingly b… But of the people-poor and lowly b… Accused of blasphemy of God, He s… Before the Roman Pilate, while in… The multitude demanded it was fit

Soulless is all humanity to me To-night. My keenest longing is t… Alone, alone with God’s grey eart… Pulse of my pulse and consort of m… To-night my soul desires no fellow…

Born on the breast of the prairie,… Robed in the wealth of her wheat-l… Affluence knocks at her gateways,… Nuggets of gold are her acres, yie… Dream of the hungry millions, dawn…

Into the rose gold westland, its y… World of the bison’s freedom, home… Roll out, O seas! in sunlight bat… Your plains wind-tossed, and grass… Farther than vision ranges, farthe…

Not of the seething cities with th… Their fetid airs, their reeking st… Not of the buried yesterdays, but… The glory and the gateway of the y… The Northern Lights dance down he…

I am the one who loved her as my l… Had watched her grow to sweet youn… Won the dear privilege to call her… And found the world, because of he… I am the one who heard the spirit…

A trail upwinds from Golden; It leads to a land God only knows… To the land of eternal frozen snow… That trail unknown and olden. And they tell a tale that is stran…