Bring me men to match my mountains;
Bring me men to match my plains,-
Men with empires in their purpose,
And new eras in their brains.
Bring me men to match my prairies,
Men to match my inland seas,
Men whose thought shall pave a highway
UP to ampler destinies;
Pioneers to clear Thought's marshlands,
And to cleanse old Error's fen;
Bring me men to match my mountains-
Sam Walter Foss written for the Fourth of July 1894.
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