MOLLY A. MERICA

Out where the handclasp’s a little stronger, where the smile dwells a little longer, where the sun is a little brighter, where the snows that fall are a trifle whiter, where the skies are a trifle bluer, where friendship’s a little truer, where a fresher breeze is blowing, where there’s laughter in every stream let flowing, where there’s more of singing and less of sighing, where there’s more of giving and less of buying, and a person makes friends without half trying, that’s where the West begins.

The best trails and how to get there - American Guide Series.