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Coming to Michigan
No poisonous serpents hiss, nor howling animals, fierce and wild, roam the fields where we were wont to find them on every side. Our youthful days are gone, our toils and privations are over, and now
Honor conies, a pilgrim gray,
To bless the pioneers to-day; While some have passed away to rest,
With all our greatest wishes 'blessed.
And thus it was and is, my friends. Where once was heard the howling wolf is now the peaceful home. Where once was seen the towering forest is now beheld the beautiful city, with its prosperous people, its many avenues, and its busy marts, and where the cold hand of starvation covered the weary pilgrim, now health, happiness, and abundance shed their mingled delights over the enchanting scene, while fields, teeming with their rich products, now lend a helping hand to swell the streams of commerce of this glorious and prosperous republic.
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