by Harold Bell Wright (Author)

Where is a land where a man, to live, must be a man. It is a land of granite and marble and porphyry and gold-and a man's strength must be as the strength of the primeval hills. It is a land of oaks and cedars and pines-and a man's mental grace must be as the grace of the untamed trees. It is a land of far-arched and unstained skies, where the wind sweeps free and untainted, and the atmosphere is the atmosphere of those places that remain as God made them-and a man's soul must be as the unstained skies, the unburdened wind, and the untainted atmosphere. It is a land of wide mesas, of wild, rolling pastures and broad, untilled, valley meadows-and a man's freedom must be that freedom which is not bounded by the fences of a too weak and timid conventionalism.

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