Indiana's Poem
God crowned her hills with beauty, Gave her lakes and winding streams, Then He edged them all with woodlands As the settings for our dreams. Lovely are her moonlit rivers, Shadowed by the sycamores, Where the fragrant winds of Summer Play along the willowed shores. I must roam those wooded hillsides, I must heed the native call, For a Pagan voice within me Seems to answer to it all. I must walk where squirrels scamper Down a rustic old rail fence, Where a choir of birds is singing In the woodland...green and dense. I must learn more of my homeland For it's paradise to me, There's no haven quite as peaceful, There's no place I'd rather be. Indiana...is a garden Where the seeds of peace have grown, Where each tree, and vine, and flower Has a beauty...all its own. Lovely are the fields and meadows, That reach out to hills that rise Where the dreamy Wabash River Wanders on...through paradise.

State Song
"On the Banks of the Wabash, Far Away"
'Round my Indiana homestead wave the cornfields, In the distance loom the woodlands clear and cool. Oftentimes my thoughts revert to scenes of childhood, Where I first received my lessons, nature's school. But one thing there is missing in the picture, Without her face it seems so incomplete. I long to see my mother in the doorway, As she stood there years ago, her boy to greet. [CHORUS] Oh, the moonlight's fair tonight along the Wabash, From the fields there comes the breath of newmown hay. Through the sycamores the candle lights are gleaming, On the banks of the Wabash, far away. Many years have passed since I strolled by the river, Arm in arm, with sweetheart Mary by my side, It was there I tried to tell her that I loved her, It was there I begged of her to be my bride. Long years have passed since I strolled thro' the churchyard. She's sleeping there, my angel, Mary dear, I loved her, but she thought I didn't mean it, Still I'd give my future were she only here.