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NOV 18 1919
MY OWN NEVADA
For the benefit of the many new teachers that have come to Nevada the l'esent year, this poem and song, “My Own Nevada,” is printed for use in the District Institutes of 1915. It is prescribed in the course of study as one of the songs to be taught in all the schools, and we hope it will be sung daily by all teachers in the District Institutes. It was intended to voice the spirit of our New Nevada and its great futurr, and all our boys and girls should krow it and sing it.
(Tune, “Juanita.'') Oh, my Nevada,
No, not forever, Dearest home on earth to me,
Shall thy acres be untilied; Feed not their laughter
No, not forever, Who make light of thee;
Shall thy wealth be spilled Love alone hath vision
in the lap of strangers, To behold how fair thou art,
Who thy silver locks have shorn, and thy children only
And have mocked thy weakness, Know thy charms by heart.
Whence their strength was born.
No, not forever,
Some day shall thy waters stored, Thou art home to me.
Flow through thy valleys, Few are thy cities,
And unlock thy hoard; And thy towns are far between;
And thy fields shall ripple Scant are thy harvests
With the laugh of golden grain, And thy fields of green;
And thy hills shall echo Lut thy sagebrush deserts
With the laugh again.
Sme day thy children,
Shall a glad, great army be; And, so it seemeth,
Some day thy cities, As if thus to compensate,
Known from sea to sea; Thy skies are fairest
Yet they shall not love thee, Where thy harvests wait;
In that day of thy success, On thy treeless hillsides
More than we who love thee How the colors dawn and die,
Just for lovingness.
-Rev. Robert Whitaker