Cincinnati's Centennial.
Out from the cycles of ages,
And one hundred golden years,
Glad peans of praise from the sages
Are filling the hemispheres;
The air is full of rejoicings,
For the city's century birth,
And a crown of glory is resting
Upon the brow of old Mother Earth,
Who has yielded her corn and vintage
Without stint; and a loving hand
That is laid with blessing upon the age
Of Ohio's fair, proud land.
Around her beautiful valleys
The majestic river flows,
That onward with laughter and sallies
Its bountiful gift bestows.
The crafts still come to us laden
With the spoils of garnered years,
As they float on her bosom that bears the trace
Of a century's hopes and fears.
All around and about us
Are marks of skillful hands;
Fair daughters and sons of Wisdom
Have competed with other lands,
And one hundred golden years,
Glad peans of praise from the sages
Are filling the hemispheres;
The air is full of rejoicings,
For the city's century birth,
And a crown of glory is resting
Upon the brow of old Mother Earth,
Who has yielded her corn and vintage
Without stint; and a loving hand
That is laid with blessing upon the age
Of Ohio's fair, proud land.
Around her beautiful valleys
The majestic river flows,
That onward with laughter and sallies
Its bountiful gift bestows.
The crafts still come to us laden
With the spoils of garnered years,
As they float on her bosom that bears the trace
Of a century's hopes and fears.
All around and about us
Are marks of skillful hands;
Fair daughters and sons of Wisdom
Have competed with other lands,
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