AUTHOR OF "THE PRODIGAL SON AND OTHER POEMS," ETC.
The Pioneers
Our fathers toiled, but in a glorious fight, The God of nations led them by the hand;
With pillared smoke by day and fire by night They wrought like heroes in their promised land;
The wilderness was conquered by their might, They made for God the marvel He had planned—
A land of homes where toil could make men free,
The final masterpiece of Destiny.
