It is true sometimes things worry,^__
  Sure, the outlook's mighty blue
When the wind gets sou'-sou'westward
  And blows hot a whole week through;
When the chinch-bug gets his work in
  And the 'hoppers take the rest;
When a cyclone or a hailstorm
  Knocks the wheat-fields galley west.
But we soon forget these trifles,
  For we know we'll be on top
When we gather in the shekels
  From the
          Next
                  Year's
                            Crop.

And in politics I'm thinking
   You will find us much the same:
If at times a trifle flighty,
   Level-headed in the main.
We brought home our John James Ingalls
  And sent Peffer with his dreams,
Just to be an object-lesson
  Of our statesmanship's extremes.
But the Pops will be converted,
  Even Democrats will flop,
When they bank their honest dollars
  After
          Next
                  Year's
                            Crop.

Oh, we'll get there ^__ don't you doubt it !
   And it won't be very long
Till there rolls from off these prairies
  A cyclopean, joyous song.
For there's Hope in Kansas sunshine,
  And there's Faith in Kansas soil,
And we know right well that Plenty
  Will reward our honest toil.
So we whistle while we hustle,
  And we'll work until we drop,
For we'll all be wearing diamonds
  After
          Next
                  Year's
                            Crop.

1895.

^__Frederick J. Atwood.