TO OUR PIONEERS

 

A hardy band from a distant shore,

Filled with ambition’s zest,

And lured by the vision of Fortune’s lore,

Set out on their anxious quest.

And westward they came to the rolling sea,

Defying the desert sand,

And savage foe and death’s decree

To dwell in this beauteous land. 

The land lay fair in the sunset gleam,

With wealth in its virgin soil,

And fruits and flowers and its wooded stream,

Fit reward for their pain and toil,

For westward they came to the rolling sea,

And builded these homes so dear;

Today with grateful memory,

We honor the pioneer.

 

 Dr. Nettie Haight-Stingle