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Speaker: Indiana by Arthur Franklin Mapes State Poem of Indiana
Speaker: God crowned her hills with beauty, gave her lakes and winding streams. Then he edged them all with woodlands as the setting for our dreams. Lovely are her moonlit rivers, shadowed by the sycamores, where the fragrant winds of summer play along the willowed shores. I must roam these wooded hillsides, I must heed the native call, for a pagan voice within me seems to answer to it all.
Speaker: I must walk where squirrels scamper, down a rustic old rail fence, where a choir of birds is singing in the woodland, green and dense. I must learn more of my homeland, for it's paradise to me, there's no haven quite as peaceful, there's no place I'd rather be. Indiana is a garden, where the seeds of peace have grown, where each tree and vine and flower has a beauty, all its own.
Speaker: Lovely are the fields and meadows that reach out to hills that rise, where the dreamy Wabash River wanders on through paradise.
