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NOV 18 1919




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 Distriet 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 know it and sing it.

(Tune, “Juanita.'') Oh, my Nevada,

No, not forever, Dearest home on earth to me,

Shall thy acres be untilied; Ieed 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, nd thy children only

And have mocked thy weakness, Know thy charms by heart.

Whence their strength was born.

Nevada, my own Nevada,
We are very proud of thee;

No, not forever,
Nevada, my own Nevada,

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 S«ant are thy harvests

With the laugh of golden grain, And thy fields of green;

And thy hills shall echo But thy sagebrush deserts

With the laugh again.

And thy hills so brown and bare,
Have their own strange beauty,
In thy lucent air.

Some 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.
And where earth is dearest

Softest shadows lie.

- Rev. Robert Whitaker

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