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CALGARY OF THE PLAINS
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Not hers the lore of olden lands, their laurels and their bays;
But what are these, compared to one of all her perfect days?
For naught can buy the jewel that upon her forehead lies—
The cloudless sapphire Heaven of her territorial skies.
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