Sings peace, and plenty and wealth untold!
Far as the eye can reach it goes,
Farther yet, ’till there seems no end,
Under a sky where blue and rose
With the gold and turquoise softly blend.
Here, where sweep the prairies lone,
Broad and beautiful in God’s eyes,
Here in this young land, all our own,
The garner-house of the old world lies.
—Jean Blewett.