CONTEMPORARY POETS
665
Beautiful Oregon
From The Open Hearth, 1927
Dear land of cedars singing
And somber marching pines,
Of rhythmic surges swinging
From far horizon lines,
How well has beauty crowned you
From peak to snowy peak,
And wound white arms around you
Where winds and waves are bleak.
From The Open Hearth, 1927
Dear land of cedars singing
And somber marching pines,
Of rhythmic surges swinging
From far horizon lines,
How well has beauty crowned you
From peak to snowy peak,
And wound white arms around you
Where winds and waves are bleak.
Who would not love you,
Beautiful Oregon.
Wonderland of wilderness and lea;
The heavens above you
Have set their hearts upon
The glory of your mountains and your sea.
Beautiful Oregon.
Wonderland of wilderness and lea;
The heavens above you
Have set their hearts upon
The glory of your mountains and your sea.
What wild anticipation,
O faithful pioneers,
Was still your inspiration
Through all your questing years,
As through these snowy mountains
You pressed your lonely way
And drank the wayside fountains
That flow for us today.
O faithful pioneers,
Was still your inspiration
Through all your questing years,
As through these snowy mountains
You pressed your lonely way
And drank the wayside fountains
That flow for us today.
Who does not love to dally
'Mid Jackson's purpling vines,
Or in the golden valley
Where Hood's white water shines;
Who does not joy to measure
The wealth Wallowa knows
Or view the varied treasure
Where old Willamette flows.
'Mid Jackson's purpling vines,
Or in the golden valley
Where Hood's white water shines;
Who does not joy to measure
The wealth Wallowa knows
Or view the varied treasure
Where old Willamette flows.
Sweet realm of forest reaches
And blossoming white glade,
And blossoming white glade,
