Index:The Spell of the Yukon and Other Verses.djvu
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The lonely sunsets flare forlorn,
I wanted the gold, and I sought it,
There where the mighty mountains bare their fangs unto the moon,
The waves have a story to tell me,
This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain,
This is the song of the parson's son, as he squats in his shack alone,
Have you gazed on naked grandeur where there's nothing else to gaze on,
Ye who know the Lone Trail fain would follow it,
We sleep in the sleep of ages, the bleak, barbarian pines,
There's a cry from out the loneliness—oh, listen, Honey, listen!
When the long, long day is over, and the Big Boss gives me my pay,
If you're up against a bruiser and you're getting knocked about,
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon,
There are strange things done in the midnight sun,
I haled me a woman from the street,
I know a garden where the lilies gleam,
It's fine to have a blow-out in a fancy restaurant,
One said: Thy life is thine to make or mar,
There's a race of men that don't fit in,
O'er the dark pines she sees the silver moon,
There's a four-pronged buck a-swinging in the shadow of my cabin,
This is the pay-day up at the mines, when the bearded brutes come down,
When a man gets on his uppers in a hard-pan sort of town,
If you leave the gloom of London and you seek a glowing land,
The cruel war was over—oh, the triumph was so sweet,
A pistol shot rings round and round the world,
An angel was tired of heaven, as he lounged in the golden street,
We couldn't sit and study for the law,
It's cruel cold on the water-front, silent and dark and drear,
Say! You've struck a heap of trouble,
There was a woman, and she was wise; woefully wise was she,
'Twas a year ago, and the moon was bright,
Can you recall, dear comrade, when we tramped God's land together,
You who have lived in the land,
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