Song Of The West.
M. E. Moodie. Canadian Magazine, 1904.
The land of the sunset skies,
Where far o’er yon mountain’s crest
Those glorious colours rise,
You bring me the fragrance of pine,
The coolness of mountain snow,
The music of falling streams
By the hills where the lilies grow.
Oh! wind that comes out of the West,
You sigh on your way to the plain,
“The mountain land is best,
Will you not come back again?”
Glow skies with your golden light,
Blow softly dear wind from the hill,
For my heart has a longing to-night
Which only the West can fill.