Our Land-- our Home-- the common home indeed <br />Of soil-born children and adopted ones-- <br />The stately daughters and the stalwart sons <br />Of Industry--: All greeting and godspeed! <br />O home to proudly live for, and if need <br />Be proudly die for, with the roar of guns <br />Blent with our latest prayer--. So died men once... <br />Lo Peace...! As we look on the land They freed-- <br />Its harvests all in ocean-over flow <br />Poured round autumnal coasts in billowy gold-- <br />Its corn and wine and balmed fruits and flow'rs--, <br />We know the exaltation that they know <br />Who now, steadfast inheritors, behold <br />The Land Elysian, marvelling 'This is ours?'<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/indiana/
