It reads as follows:INDIANAGod crowned her hills with beauty,Gave her lakes and winding streams,Then He edged them all with woodlandsAs the setting for our dreams.Lovely are her moonlit rivers,Shadowed by the sycamores,Where the fragrant winds of SummerPlay along the willowed shores.I must roam those wooded hillsides,I must heed the native call,For a pagan voice within meSeems to answer to it all.I must walk where squirrels scamperDown a rustic old rail fence,Where a choir of birds is singingIn the woodland . . . green and dense.I must learn more of my homelandFor it's paradise to me,There's no haven quite as peaceful,There's no place I'd rather be.Indiana . . . is a gardenWhere the seeds of peace have grown,Where each tree, and vine, and flowerHas a beauty . . . all its own.Lovely are the fields and meadows,That reach out to hills that riseWhere the dreamy Wabash RiverWanders on . . . through paradise.Formerly: Acts 1963, c.220, s.1. As amended by Acts 1982, P.L.2, SEC.6.
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