From the pine woods to the prairies,

From the Panhandle to the sea,

You’ll find the Texas wildflowers

In marvelous carpetry.

Such magic tints of colors,

Pale pinks and dainty blues,

No artist’s palette can match them

In all their radiant hues.

The Texas sun has kissed them;

To Heaven they lift their eyes;

Beauty and Peace it brings them,

And Freedom under Texas skies.

—Gertrude Whitehouse