By the Author of "Hell in Texas". The Lord said he wished to show To His erring children here below That He had plenty in His Store For those who knocked at Heaven's door, And hence would give to some bright land Samples of blessings from His right hand; And if you thin there's Cause to doubt it, Just listen to how God reasoned about it. These gifts I can't give to the States in the East The Weather's too damp for both man and beast, And the Northern States I consider together, I made a mistake when I put up their weather, for in blizzards and cyclones, tornadoes and cold, No one can enjoy good gifts, I am told. 'Tis too cold, hence westward I shall go to the land where the fig and the orange trees grow For here it is true is a beautiful land, But then here's the fogs, the dust and sand; And those who enjoy these gifts as they must Can't do it in the sand and the fogs and the dust, At last reaching Texas, a State of some size He decided to give her His capital prize: He opened wide his bountiful hand, He dispersed His blessing all over the land, And hence we enjoy as these blessings of ours Ten months in the year the most beautiful flowers; And nights most delightful, fanned by the breeze, That comes sweeping across her from over the seas; And Italy's skies with our own won't compare; Nor is her land more fertile nor ladies more fair And the grasses that grow on the range of ours Are kept beautifully green by these sweet summer showers, And as we know, to enjoy our wealth, We must first secure the blessing of health. Thence we declare to the sick in each clime That health you can have, if you come here in time And now to our friends in the East, North and West We want you to come here and with us be blest. For god never intended that we all alone should enjoy all these blessings that He has bestown.