The wheat-field to the fly;
"But let the good old corn adorn
The hills our fathers trod;
Still let us for his golden corn
Send up our thanks to God!"
GLIMPSES OF THE GREAT NORTHWEST.
VII.
GLIMPSES OF THE GREAT NORTHWEST.
The wheat-field to the fly;
"But let the good old corn adorn
The hills our fathers trod;
Still let us for his golden corn
Send up our thanks to God!"
VII.
GLIMPSES OF THE GREAT NORTHWEST.