| How often at night, when the heavens were bright, |  |
| With the light of the twinkling stars | |
| Have I stood here amazed, and asked as I gazed, | |
| If their glory exceeds that of ours. | |
| Home, home on the range, | |
| Where the deer and the antelope play; | |
| Where seldom is heard a discouraging word | |
| And the skies are not cloudy all day. | |
| -- American western folk song | |