I swing to the sunset land-- <br />The world of prairie, the world of plain, <br />The world of promise and hope and gain, <br />The world of gold, and the world of grain, <br /> And the world of the willing hand. <br /> <br /> I carry the brave and bold-- <br />The one who works for the nation's bread, <br />The one whose past is a thing that's dead, <br />The one who battles and beats ahead, <br /> And the one who goes for gold. <br /> <br /> I swing to the "Land to Be," <br />I am the power that laid its floors, <br />I am the guide to its western stores, <br />I am the key to its golden doors, <br /> That open alone to me.<br /><br />Emily Pauline Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prairie-greyhounds-c-p-r-no-1-westbound/
