Whose love and whose labors
Have builded our state,—
O, ’tis neighbors, good neighbors
Whose hearts never sag,—
’Tis these keep the blue in our flag,
Our flag of the red, white and blue
Which good neighbors ever renew.
“Where the vision is not the people will die,”
Said the word of truth sounding God’s voice from the sky;
As trees draw their vigor from the sun-quickened air,