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Edgar Guest - The Green Of Michigan
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I`VE seen the Rockies in the west, 
I`ve seen the canyons wild and grim, 
I`ve seen the prairies golden dressed, 
And California`s hedges prim. 
I`ve seen the Kansas corn fields blow, 
I`ve seen them wearing summer`s tan; 
But there`s no place on earth can show 
Such glorious green as Michigan.

I`ve seen the blue of foreign skies,
I`ve seen old England`s shady lanes, 
The famous spots men advertise,
The mountains and the rolling plains; 
But wearily my eyes have turned
From scenes that others gayly scan, 
And secretly my soul has yearned
To see the green of Michigan.

I`ve traveled in a Pullman car
And watched the landscape slipping by, 
But always though I`ve wandered far
To fairer charms my mind would fly; 
And when at last the moving scenes
Seem painted by some Master Man 
With all the cool and restful greens,
I know I`m back in Michigan.

Here Mother Nature never tires
And droops her head upon her breast; 
Beneath the scorching summer fires
She keeps her youth and looks her best. 
When other states have lost the hue
They had when first the spring began, 
`Tis like refreshing drink to view
The splendid green of Michigan.

Go search for charms on foreign shores,
Enthuse of wonders, as you roam, 
I choose the splendors at our doors, 
I sing the rich delights of home, 
The trees in garb of glory dressed, 
The fertile fields that round us span; 
I sing the charm that thrills me best, 
The glorious green of Michigan!
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