blest beyond all lands in wealth and beauty lavished o'er with heaven's costliest smile thy righteous sons ne'er shirking right or duty nor filled with hate nor greed nor loathsome guile thy rugged peaks and lofty towering mountains o'er which bright gossamer clouds forever roam thy sun-kissed vales with cool refreshing fountains thrice blest thou art in truth my mountain home the cool refreshing breeze from yon deep canyon o'er filled with odorous breath of sage and pine clear sparkling rivulets where een the pignon drops down into thy glittering watery mine in wastes of wild uncouth and rolling hillside the sego lilies raise their modest heads and happy nooks and winding twisting roadsides are filled with sunflowers and with mustard beds o'er fields where waste and desolation hovered is waving now bright golden tasseled corn and rugged slopes with rocks and cactus covered rich fruits and golden harvests now adorn the azure canopy of blue above us looks down upon the great salt sea below the lord of day throws his bright sheen around us and turns its waters to a golden glow all honor to those brave and hopeful pilgrims who left homes happiness and dearest friends with liberty and love of god their emblems traversed the weary waste to western sands they knew not what the future was before them but longingly to heaven turned their eyes and god his richest portion showered upon them — their desert drear became a paradise frances m rogers