There are lands beyond the ocean which are gray beneath their years,
where a hundred generations learned to sow and reap and spin; where the
sons of Shem and Japhet wet the furrow with their tears--and the
noontide is departed, and the night is closing in.
Long ago the shadows lengthened in the lands across the sea, and the
dusk is now enshrouding regions nearer home, alas! There are long
deserted homesteads in this country of the free--but it's morning here
in Kansas, and the dew is on the grass.
It is morning here in Kansas, and the breakfast bell is rung! We are
not yet fairly started on the work we mean to do; we have all the day
before us, for the morning is but young, and there's hope in every
zephyr, and the skies are bright and blue.
It is morning here in Kansas, and the dew is on the sod; as the
builders of an empire it is ours to do our best; with our hands at work
in Kansas, and our faith and trust in God, we shall not be counted idle
when the sun sinks in the West.