AFTER FOUR SCORE YEARS by C.N. Lund, 1939

Today, as four score years have come and gone, we praise our
cities' founders one by one.
And through time's window see the faithful band that put life's
breath into the goodly land.
We pay our tributes to our pioneers who came and conquered
through the stirring years;
Who came like pilgrims from their lands afar and followed brave­ly
hope's shining star.
Transformed to fields, and gardens by their toil a wilderness of
sage and sun-baked soil;
And by their contact with the arid clod, brought man a little nearer
to his God.
The work they wrought, the homes they reared are faith's true
answer to the call they heard.
May years fall gently around each narrow grave, and heaven
reward them for the good they gave;
The proudest memory of a state still new; we bless their souls
for they were nobly true.