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Michigan BRANCH COUNTY
Milo D. Campbell. ) The blazing log, the swinging crane,
Michigan, my Michigan. The rough slab roof 'neath pattering rain,
Michigan, my Michigan. The rude log cot, the falling tree, The days of eighteen thirty-three, In memory I yet can see,
Michigan, my Michigan.
We've seen her forests melt away,
Michigan, my Michigan. Like darkness at the light of day,
Michigan, my Michigan. This hallowed spot we call our own,
For here our boys and girls were grown, Her glorious name we'll ne'er disown, Michigan, my Michigan.
Her wilds were turned to laughing soil, ' Michigan, my Michigan.
By brave and sturdy sons of toil,
Michigan, my Michigan. A school-house dots each vale and hill, A church spire shadows every rill; To us this land our God did will,
Michigan, my Michigan.
This was followed by a poem by M. I). Campbell, whose versatility is clearly demonstrated in its authorship. Its reading was received with marked favor and showed that the poet had an appreciative audience.
The president then introduced the orator of the day, Hon. Charles Rynd, of Adrian, who spoke largely without notes, and in a most happy manner. His speech was in every senese a masterly effort.
Singing of Old Hundred and the benediction closed the exercises.
BRANCH COUNTY MICHIGAN
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