Wealth of the West

Give me the joy of the laughing brooks,

The flute-throated meadow larks;

The peace of the cooling emerald nooks

Or a killdeer-cry through the dark.

Give me the gold of the wild daffodils;

The violet's sweet perfume;

The beauty of bluebells on greening hills;

Let me bloom as the wild roses bloom.

Let my thoughts be high as the mountains reach;

Let me hear every star that calls;

Let me sing my songs with the silver speech

Of the rivers and waterfalls.