The West

The West

By Ezra J. Poulsen Here's to our mighty Westland, the summit of the earth, the crown of creation. Poets have sung its praises; artists have painted its beauty; and prophets have extolled its future; therefore let its citizens cherish its greatness. It is a land where the golden gates of opportunity stand ajar to welcome the weary and oppressed; the brave and the strong. Surrounded by the blue and purple heights of its majestic mountains, and painted by the crimson glory of the sunset, it is the great divide over which pass the sorrows of yesterday to become transformed into the hopes of to- morrow. The West is big, and strong, and magnificent. The spirit of freedom is in the breath of its bracing atmosphere; and over its peaceful valleys and rock-bound canyons, rests a halo,—the halo of righteous content- ment. Prosperity flourishes on its fertile soil, and man's perversity is being subdued by its sublime influences. It is a land chosen above all others, for into it God led the vanguard of his people. Garden City, Utah