Poem: The True Republic

“Judge M.C. Brown in a felicitous introduction presented Mrs. I.S. Bartlett, the poet of the day, to the audience. Mrs. Bartlett then gave the following poem, entitled “A True Republic.” The production was well delivered and was received with genuine applause.” 

The True Republic



The True Republic


                         The first republic of the world
                         Now greets the day, its flag unfurled
                              To the pure mountain air;
                         On plains, in canon, shop and mine,
                         The star of equal rights shall shine.
                         From its blue folds, with light divine-
                              A symbol bright and fair.

                         The flashing presence of to-day
                         Startles our ancient dreams away.
                              Wrapped in her shadows dim
                         Old memory flees, with vivid glance
                         To-day uplift her shining lance,
                         Her arm is might, her brow is light,
                              Her voice a thrilling hymn.

                         Shine on, oh star! No flag of old,
                         No standard raised by warrior bold
                              In all the days of yore,
                         For chivalrie or knightly claim
                         For honor bright or woman’s name
                         Has ever shone with brighter flame,
                              Than peerless forty-four.

                         Fair state of honor, freedom’s pride,
                         There’s none in all the world beside
                              That wears so rich a gem.
                         A commonwealth where all are free
                         Where all find true equality
                         First in the world, the world shall see
                              ‘Tis freedom’s diadem.
                         The battle’s fought, the battle’s won,
                         With Thankful hearts we say, “Well done”
                              To all our champions brave,
                         No carnage marked the earnest fight,
                         But souls aflame and nerved with right
                         Urged on the conflict day and night
                              Our statehood cause to save.

                                     God bless our state!
                      Nature rejoices too: our mountains high
                           Above the clouds are touched with brighter light;
                      A new charm fills the overarching sky
                           And thrills earth’s denizens with visions bright.

                                     God bless our state!
                      The geysers throw their splendid watery plumes
                           Still higher in their ancient wonderland.
                      The restless mountain torrent frets and fumes
                           More loudly on its journey to the strand.

                                     God bless our state!
                      The very air with new, fresh life is stirred.
                           The free, exultant birds more sweetly sing,
                      And Nature’s changing voices ever heard
                           Unto our souls new happiness shall bring.

                                     God bless our state!
                      Where’er her mighty rivers swiftly run.
                           Where’er her mountain peaks shall pierce the sky,
                      Where’er her plains sweep to the rising sun,
                           And peaceful valleys in the shadows lie.

                                     God bless our state!
                      Its new career begun, let all rejoice,
                           And man and woman, hand in hand, as one
                      With energies of body, heart and voice
                           Make it a happy land where all may come.

     If we look within the future, our prophetic eyes can see
     Glorious views unfold before us, of joy, wealth, prosperity,

     We can see the sons of Science, Music, Poetry and Art
     Coming to our grand dominion, in our growth to take a part.

     We can see the iron monster, rushing fiercely to and fro,
     We can see the sky o’erspread with smoke from furnaces below.

     We can see Wyoming’s mountains giving up the hidden stores,
     Tons on tons, by millions pouring, of the base and precious ores.

     See her towns and cities rising where the bison used to roam,
     And along her streams and valleys many a farmer’s peaceful home.

     We can see great halls of learning, well endowed and nobly planned,
     Monuments of taste and culture for the children of our land.

     We can see the spires of churches, pointing upward to our gaze;
     Chiming bells, harmonious sounding, call us to prayer and praise.

     See the plains, now dry and barren, where the sage or cactus grows,
     Desert plains, no longer barren, then shall “blossom like the rose.”

     Thirsty lands, no longer thirsty, filled with moisture wisely stored,
     Bounteous to the happy farmer, noble harvests will afford.

     Happy are Wyoming’s people, happier will our future be,
     So we sing today with gladness, and we shout for victory.

     Let the bells ring out more loudly and the deep-toned cannon roar,
     Giving voice to our thanksgiving, and as never rose before.

     For we tread enchanted ground today, we’re glorious, proud and great;
     Our independence day has come---Wyoming is a State!


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Thomas Ivie,
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