I wish I remembered which of the numerous county museums this particular work came from. I won't let the inner literary critic crawl out and try to deconstruct "Ode to Our Pioneers," by Marion Bucy.
To get a fuller understanding of this piece, and the pieces of imagery selected to accompany each stanza, I highly suggest clicking on the image to enlarge the piece. Then you will be able to read it for all of it's rhyming glory.
I will excerpt this stanza this stanza, however, for those who are prone to not take the time to read:
From the bosom of the mountain side,
They suckled much of the golden tide;
A few strikes, beyond compare,
Other's couldn't add salt to their mountain fair.
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