(ACROSTIC)
    
     <b>B</b>ORN on the breast of the prairie, she smiles to her
      sire--the sun,
     <b>R</b>obed in the wealth of her wheat-lands, gift of her
       mothering soil,
     <b>A</b>ffluence knocks at her gateways, opulence waits to be
       won.
     <b>N</b>uggets of gold are her acres, yielding and yellow with
       spoil, 
     <b>D</b>ream of the hungry millions, dawn of the foodfilled
       age,
     <b>O</b>ver the starving tale of want her fingers have turned
       the page;
     <b>N</b>ations will nurse at her storehouse, and God gives her
      grain for wage.