THE SEASONS IN NORTH DAKOTA

Spring—and the wild March wind The snow-covered prairies sweep; From North Dakota’s frozen clod The fur-clad Pasque Flowers peep. Summer—and gentle showers, And soft the zephyrs blow; O’er North Dakota’s rolling plains The modest Roses grow. Autumn—and burnished skies, And parching, sun-scorched sod; And by the wayside still there blooms The stately Goldenrod. Winter—the flowers are dead And fierce the cold winds blow; Yet ’spite of North Dakota’s snow The flowers of Hope still grow.