: Oklahoma and Other Poems by Miller Freeman Edwin - Oklahoma Poetry

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OKLAHOMA 9 THE RACE FOR HOMES 15 AT PERRY, SEPTEMBER 16, 1893 19 "SING ME A SONG, O WIND." 21 A CHRISTMAS CAROL 24 YEARS THAT ARE TO BE 26 IF WE DON'T OR IF WE DO 28 DEAR SONGS OF MY COUNTRY 30 JULY FOURTH 33 "O, GENTLE SHADES OF QUIET WOODS." 35 LOVE 37 WINTERS ON THE FARM 39 "O, WEAK AND WEARY WORLD." 41 EX ANIMA 43 "LO, ALL THE AGE IS RANK WITH WRONG." 45 "LOVE, THOU GAYEST FANCY-WEAVER." 47 THE FARMER 49 "NATURE HAS A THOUSAND CHOIRS." 51 THE WORKINGMAN 53 GIVING AND FORGIVING 55 "O, SACRED SOULS THAT GRANDLY SING." 57 CHRISTMAS TIME 59 TRUEST HEROES ARE UNKNOWN 61 IF WE BUT KNEW 62 HOPE 64 DESPONDENCY 66 IF LOVE WERE KING 68 "SING ME THE OLD SONGS, MOTHER." 69 TWO LIVES 71 "AWAY, AWAY, FROM THE SULTRY WAYS." 72 SPINSTERHOOD 74 "SWEET FAIRIES FROM THE ISLES OF SONG." 75 STANZAS 77 "MAKE THE MOST OF THIS LIFE." 78 "THE SONGS THAT MOTHER USED TO SING." 80 "QUAFF THE GLASS, THE WINE IS RED." 81 GOOD-NIGHT 83 LIVE LIFE WITH LOVE 84 DISCONTENT 86 STANZAS 87 THE WAY OF THE WORLD 89 MY SHADOW AND I 90 IN THE VALES 91 THE WILLOW 92 AT THE MILL 94 SHADOW AND SHINE 95 THE GROWTH OF SONG 96 SPRING AND MUSIC 97 COMPENSATION 98 MY MOLLIE, O 100 SING NOT OF BEAUTY 101 AT EVENTIDE 102 WHEN CHRISTMAS COMES 103 WHEN THOU ART NEAR 104 HE SLEEPS AT LAST 105 WHEN FORTUNES FROWN 106 WHEN WE SHALL MEET 107 SWEET EYES OF BLUE 108 HAD WE NOT MET 109 A SONNET 110 OKLAHOMA.--A SONNET 111 ESTRANGED 112 RECONCILED 113 THE DYING HERO 114 SONNET 115 GREATNESS LIVES APART 116 POEMS 117 SINGER AND SONG 118 TO ONE WHO PLEDGED HER FRIENDSHIP 119 THE BANKS O' TURKEY RUN 119

OKLAHOMA.

Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Land, O, land of the Fair God, Land where ancient, savage races Through barbarian ages trod! Through thy story fancy traces Facts above what fictions say, Where the world with haste advances,-- Born are nations in a day! Where the wigwam stood so lonely, Lordly cities rise in might; Where spread desert wildness only, Fertile farms and homes delight. Thou hast summoned to thy bosom From the ends of all the earth, All the youngest, strongest, bravest, Full of will and wondrous worth. O'er thy valleys grow the blossoms Culled from earth's remotest sod; Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Land, O, Land of the Fair God!

Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Child of law and liberty, Thou art always true and tender, Thou art ever dear to me! I will always praises render To the grandeur of thy worth, For the fortunes all presided At the moment of thy birth. Pleasures in their pure completeness O'er thy pleasant prairies shine, And the raptures run with fleetness Through the happy vales of thine. Thou art empress of the angels, Thou art queen of all the gods, And the happiness of heaven O'er thy laughing valleys nods. I will always crown with praises All thy glories, O, my state; Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Thou art greatest of the great!

Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Bravest are thy noble sons, In the thunders of the battle, And the roaring of the guns! Flash of sword and musket's rattle Never fearful terror gave To the staunch and valiant bosoms Of thy happy hosts and brave. When the roars of hell grow louder, And the mountains shake in fright, In the lurid clouds of powder, They are foremost in the fight; And when bayonet and musket, Sword and saber, slaughter cease, They are tenderest and truest In the silent ways of peace. O, my state! A stream of greatness From thy mighty people runs; Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Bravest are thy noble sons!

Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Fairest are thy daughters fair, In the thousand deeds of duty Thou hast given them to bear; Peerless is their wondrous beauty, Bright with blushes as the rose, Pure as petals of the lily, White as newly-fallen snows; And their voices bright with blessing Banish misery and woe, While their fingers' soft caressing Soothes the fevers from the brow. Souls are always blessed with brightness Bosoms filled with goodly pearls, Hearts forever harvest gladness, In the glances of thy girls. They are robed in golden garments, Nature's vestments, rich and rare; Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Fairest are thy daughters fair!

Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Sweetest are thy happy homes, Smiling in the holy gladness Which above thee always roams; They are never linked with sadness, They are never bound with pains, For the sunshine of enjoyment Rules the people of thy plains. Songs are singing with thy maidens, Music echoes with thy wives, Rapture slays the grief that ladens All the gladness of their lives. Happiness is with thy husbands, And thy swains are blest with joy, While the fondest rapture rises In the hearts of girl and boy. Pleasures linger in thy woodlands, Gladness on thy prairies roams; Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Sweetest are thy happy homes!

Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Thou shall ever live in song; Freedom, near to nature, raises Temples that to thee belong; Minstrels shall in merry praises Wind their music o'er thy name Till the voices of the ages Shout for thee in wild acclaim; They shall sing with tender pleasure Beauty of thy daughters true; Sing, in high, exultant measure, Deeds thy sons in battle do. Sages shall in wisdom offer Full rewards of love to thee, And shall crown thy land and people Favorites of liberty. All thy glory shall be shining Through the cycles clear and strong; Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Though shall ever live in song!

Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Romance of the ages, thou! Now, unknown; a moment later. Kingly crowns upon thy brow! Child of all the nations, greater Shall thy splendors year by year Grow unfading, bringing bounties Full of happiness and cheer! Morning saw a desert sleeping, Worn and wasted with distress; Night beheld an empire keeping Watch above the wilderness. Progress with her wand of magic Touched the sleeping valleys bright, And they leaped with instant vigor, Shaking out their locks of might; Earth shall send her fairest blossoms As a garland for thy brow; Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Romance of the ages thou!

THE RACE FOR HOMES.

APRIL 22, 1889.

Behold! As from the shades of night, An army gathers full of might, And strong with constant courage stands 'Tween civilized and savage lands, Where, vast in power, the legion waits The turning of the desert gates, That men of might may enter in And progress all her glories win! Lo, where these thousands make assail, The barren ages all shall fail, And swift advancement far be hurled, O'er sleeping empires and the world!

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