To paraphrase a poem by Sam Walter Foss called "The Coming American,"

Bring me people to match my plains,
People with empires in their purpose,
And new eras in their brains.
Bring me people to match my prairies,
People to match my inland seas,
People whose thought shall pave a highway
Up to ampler destinies;
Pioneers to clear thought's marshlands,
And to cleanse old error's fen;
Bring me people to match my mountains,
Bring me women and men!