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SPRING ON THE PRAIRIE, by            
First Line: There is no land like this land
Last Line: To feel its youth return!
Subject(s): Prairies; Spring; Plains


There is no land like this land
When winter's at the turn!
In mists of green the treetops lie
Against a warmer, deeper sky,
And larks on every little hill
Are piping spring's return!

There is no land like this land
When winter's at the turn!
All fragrant to the wooing rain
The sweet soil lies upturned again
And headlong, foaming rivers
Among the willows churn!

There is no land like this land
When winter's at the turn!
Night after night the wild geese cry
Like muted strings far in the sky,
And in the windless darkness,
The glowing brush fires burn!

There is no land like this land
When winter's at the turn!
There's little spring beside the sea
And a mountain spring comes timidly,
But earth laughs loud on the prairie
To feel its youth return!





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