The stately pines came marching From out the north one day, With dignity of motion Their branches seemed to sway. They came in strict formation, A conquering green-robed band To build a noble empire Within a promised land. The fairies had been summoned From out a sunny clime, Their dainty rustling mingled With tinkling bells' sweet chime; Convening on the border They counseled with the pines, On virgin soil great plans were laid Within four border lines. The pines built woodland temples With aisles so dim and cool, The brownies molded lake beds, Each bed -- a sky-blue pool. Gay fairies painted flowers, While their queen in majesty Shaped a noble river And sent it to the sea. They held their dedication With faces toward the sun, While Heaven smiled a blessing On a noble task well done. Then the pines receded northward, To stand forever guard, While kneeling fairies pleaded Their work would ne'er be marred. The east wind brought the raindrops, The west wind flakes of snow, The north and south wind wrestled And sought their strength to show. Then all the hosts united To blow the victor's horn; A great state had been founded, A paradise was born. |