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Robert W Service - The End Of The TrailRobert W Service - The End Of The Trail
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Life, you`ve been mighty good to me, Yet here`s the end of the trail; No more mountain, moor and sea, No more saddle and sail. Waves a-leap in the laughing sun Call to me as of yore. . . . Alas! my errant days are done: I`ll rove no more, no more. Life, you`ve cheered me all the way; You`ve been my bosom friend; But gayest dog will have his day, And biggest binge must end. Shorebound I watch and see afar A wistful isle grow wan, While over is a last lone star Dims out in lilac dawn. Life, you`ve been wonderful to me, But fleetest foot must fail; The hour must come when all will see The last lap of the trail. Yet holding in my heart a hymn Of praise for gladness gone, Serene I wait my star to dim In the glow of the Greater Dawn.
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