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ОглавлениеTHE SONG OF THE KANSAS EMIGRANT
We cross the prairies as of old
The Pilgrims crossed the sea,
To make the West as they the East
The homestead of the free.
Chorus:
The homestead of the free, my boys,
The homestead of the free,
To make the West as they the East
The homestead of the free.
We go to rear a wall of men
On Freedom’s southern line
And plant beside the cotton tree
The rugged northern pine.
We’re flowing from our native hills,
As our free rivers flow;
The blessings of our mother-land
Is on us as we go.
We go to plant her common schools
On distant prairie swells,
And give the Sabbaths of the wild
The music of her bells.
Upbearing like the ark of old,
The Bible in her van,
We go to test the truth of God
Against the fraud of man.
No pause, nor rest, save where the streams
That feed the Kansas run,
Save where our pilgrim gonfalon
Shall flout the setting sun.
We’ll tread the prairies as of old
Our fathers sailed the sea;
And make the West as they the East
The homestead of the free.
— John G. Whittier.
