We cross the prairie as of old The fathers crossed
To make the West,
as they the East,
The homestead of the free.
We go to rear a wall of men On Freedom's southern line,
And plant beside the Cotton tree
The rugged northern pine.
We're flowing from our native hills
As our free rivers flow,
The blessing of our mother land
Is on us as we go.
We go to plant the common school
On distant prairie swells,
And give the Sabbaths of the wilds
The music of her bells. Upbearing, like the ark of God.
The Bible in our van.
We go to test the truth of God
Against the fraud of man."