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Title: Products of an advanced civilization. A Kansas souvenir. A book of information relative to the moral, educational, agricultural, commercial, manufacturing and mining interests of the state. Issued by the Kansas immigration and information association
Year: 1896 (1890s)
Authors: The Kansas immigration and information association. (from old catalog)
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Publisher: (Topeka, Kan., Crane & co., printers)
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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talys beauteous skies, With its tints of the opal, the rose, burnished brass; And it mirrors its moods in the velvety grass. No artist, whatever his merits or pains. Can copy on canvas the tints of our plains ;Catch the swift-fleeting shadows, that shift as they flyLike enchanted mosaics, bedazzling the eye. Theres a glint of sienna thats ravishing quite. But it proves to be only a change in the light; Aiid a touch of chrome yellow, a soft changing rose.Which is only a trick of old Sol as he throws A smile of approval upon the whole scene ; Pure ultramarine melts to emerald green ; But een while youre gazing, if Sol shall but frownThe shades are all blent from raw umber, or brown. Heres a maxim re-dressed, and I think it is true: If you laugh at the plains, they will laugh back at you ! Theres magic, a spell, what you will, in the air. And it catches you foul, or catches you fair. But it catches you — yes, and it holds you a friendTo t;he dear sunny plains from the first to the end.
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Like the vale of Avoca, this green prairie meerBy the presence of loved ones is rendered more dear.Fling yourself idly down on the carpeted ground,Let some dear little feet patter gaily around;Baby fingers to sweeten the fast-flying hours,Rob of all their rich treasures anemone bowers. Aye, truly that shimmer of silver and gold. As far in the distance as eye can behold.Is the filmiest vail of sheer cob-webbed lace.That eer framed with its drapings some dainty bride face! Ah, the plains and the sky have a grand marriage feast. And we are the guests, dear, from greatest to least. But I turn from the glamour of prairies and skies, To catch the love-light in a pair of grave eyes ;And I knew as we watched our wee children at play.In the sweetrscented grass, on that fair summer day. That loves blessed aroma pervaded the scene; And though flowers bloomed as gay, and grass grewas green. If the river of discord flowed murky along,It would chill natures heart and hush the glad songOf the birds;

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