Ohio History Journal




THE BUCKEYE

THE BUCKEYE.

 

BY ALICE WILLIAMS BROTHERTON.

The rose and the thistle and the shamrock green

And the leek are the flowers of Britain;

The fleur-de-lys on the flag of France

In a band of blood is written;

But what shall we claim for our own fair land,

What flower for our own fair token?

The golden rod? or the tasseled maize?

For each has its own bard spoken,

Oh, the tasseled corn for the whole broad land,

For the Union no power can sever;

But the buckeye brown for the Buckeye State

Shall be our badge forever.

Like twisted thorns are the waving plumes

Of the buckeye blossom yellow,

The buckeye leaf is an open hand

To greet either foe or fellow;

And brown as the eyes of the antlered deer,

Is the fruit from the branches shaken,

Of the sturdy tree that in Buckeye hearts

Can a loyal throb awaken.

Oh, the tasseled corn for the whole broad land

For the Union no power can sever;

But the buckeye brown for the Buckeye State

Shall be our badge forever.

Oh, the stalwart oak, and the bristling pine

And the beech, are a stately trio;

But dearer to me is the spreading tree

That grows by the fair Ohio.

The buckeye tree with its branches broad,

Its burr with the brown fruit laden,

Is the dearest tree that springs from the sod,

To the Buckeye - man or maiden.

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Centennial Tribute to Ohio

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Oh, the tasseled corn for the whole broad land

For the Union no power can sever;

But the buckeye brown for the Buckeye State

Shall be our badge forever.

 

 

CENTENNIAL TRIBUTE TO OHIO.

 

BY JOHN HOPLEY.

Hail, fair OHIO, from the great Northwest,

The first established free state and the best;

Where bounteous Nature spread with lavish hand

A fertile soil throughout this favored land,

And filled the tree-crowned hills with varied stores

Of inexhaustible and precious ores,

Where flowing streams combine with inland seas

And stately forests, rustling in the breeze,

To make thee "beautiful"- with pride elate

We pay this tribute to our glorious state.

 

But greater than by produce of her mines

And fertile fields, our fair OHIO shines;

Her earnest sons in every land are found

Where enterprise with rich reward is crowned;

And whether nerve in act or nerve in brain

Be in demand OHIO's sons sustain

The glory of their State and, prominent

In deed or council, still are dominant;

'Tis thus Ohio men build up her fame

And by their greatness glorify her name;

Though precious ores and corn and wine and oil,

Be the rich product of her fertile soil,

Yet most we glory in her greatness, when,

She demonstrates her chiefest product - MEN.

Bucyrus, Ohio.