The first republic of the world

Now greets the day, its flag unfurled

To the pure mountain air;

On plains, in canon, shop and mine,

The star of equal rights shall shine.

From its blue folds, with light divine-

A symbol bright and fair.

The flashing presence of today

Startles our ancient dreams away.

Wrapped in her shadows dim

Old memory flees, with vivid glance

To-day uplift her shining lance,

Her arm is might, her brow is light,

Her voice a thrilling hymn.

Shine on, oh star! No flag of old,

No standard raised by warrior bold

In all the days of yore,

For chivalry or knightly claim

For honor bright or woman's name

Has ever shone with brighter flame,

Than peerless forty-four.

Fair state of honor, freedom's pride,

There's none in all the world beside

That wears so rich a gem.

A commonwealth where all are free

Where all find true equality

First in the world, the world shall see

'Tis freedom's diadem.

The battle's fought, the battle's won,

With Thankful hearts we say, "Well done"

To all our champions brave,

No carnage marked the earnest fight,

But souls aflame and nerved with right

Urged on the conflict day and night

Our statehood cause to save.

God bless our state!

Nature rejoices too -- our mountains high

Above the clouds are touched with brighter light;

A new charm fills the overarching sky

And thrills earth's denizens with visions bright.

God bless our state!

The geysers throw their splendid watery plumes

Still higher in their ancient wonderland.

The restless mountain torrent frets and fumes

More loudly on its journey to the strand.

God bless our state!

The very air with new, fresh life is stirred.

The free, exultant birds more sweetly sing,

And Nature's changing voices ever heard

Unto our souls new happiness shall bring.

God bless our state!

Where'er her mighty rivers swiftly run.

Where'er her mountain peaks shall pierce the sky,

Where'er her plains sweep to the rising sun,

And peaceful valleys in the shadows lie.

God bless our state!

Its new career begun, let all rejoice,

And man and woman, hand in hand, as one

With energies of body, heart and voice

Make it a happy land where all may come.

If we look within the future, our prophetic eyes can see

Glorious views unfold before us, of joy, wealth, prosperity,

We can see the sons of Science, Music, Poetry and Art

Coming to our grand dominion, in our growth to take a part.

We can see the iron monster, rushing fiercely to and fro,

We can see the sky o'erspread with smoke from furnaces below.

We can see Wyoming's mountains giving up the hidden stores,

Tons on tons, by millions pouring, of the base and precious ores.

See her towns and cities rising where the bison used to roam,

And along her streams and valleys many a farmer's peaceful home.

We can see great halls of learning, well endowed and nobly planned,

Monuments of taste and culture for the children of our land.

We can see the spires of churches, pointing upward to our gaze;

Chiming bells, harmonious sounding, call us to prayer and praise.

See the plains, now dry and barren, where the sage or cactus grows,

Desert plains, no longer barren, then shall "blossom like the rose."

Thirsty lands, no longer thirsty, filled with moisture wisely stored,

Bounteous to the happy farmer, noble harvests will afford.

Happy are Wyoming's people, happier will our future be,

So we sing today with gladness, and we shout for victory.

Let the bells ring out more loudly and the deep-toned cannon roar,

Giving voice to our thanksgiving, and as never rose before.

For we tread enchanted ground today, we're glorious, proud and great;

Our independence day has come -- Wyoming is a State!