The cabin homes of Kansas!
- How modestly they stood,
- Along the sunny hillsides,
- Or nestled in the wood.
- They sheltered men and women,
- Brave-hearted pioneers;
- Each one became a landmark
- Of freedom's trial years.
- The sod-built homes of Kansas!
- Though built of mother earth,
- Within their walls so humble
- are souls of sterling worth.
- Though poverty and struggle
- May be the builder's lot,
- The sod house is a castle
- Where failures enters not.
- The dugout homes of Kansas!
- The lowliest of all,
- They hold the homestead title
- As firm as marble hall.
- Those dwellers in the cavern,
- Beneath the storms and snows,
- Shall make the desert places
- To blossom as the rose.
- The splendid homes of Kansas!
- How proudly they stand
- Amid the fields and orchards,
- All o'er the smiling land.
- They rose up where the cabins
- Once marked the virgin soil,
- And are the fitting emblems
- Of patient years of toil.
- God bless the homes of Kansas!
- From poorest to the best;
- The cabin of the border,
- The sod house of the west;
- The dugout, low and lonely,
- The mansion, grand and great;
- The hands that laid their hearthstones
- Have built a mighty State.
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