Poetry of Kansas

When She Was Born Upon That Kansas Hill

When she was born upon that Kansas Hill
        Soft April tiptoed through the prairie grass,
Bidding the early meadow-larks be still
        And listen for the coming soul to pass.
It came with soundless music from the deep,
        Fulfilled with superhuman harmony
That charmed the waiting Easter-bells to sleep.
        And made them dream of mornings yet to be,
When she should romp that hill and greet the sun
        With her clear treble and drink the spicy air
And pulse in time with all the life begun
        In that soft season of what is sweet and fair.
Oh, there was joy enough that April mom
Over the, Kansas Hill where she was born!
___William Herbert Carruth

Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
page 102
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)

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