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We poled and lined up nameless streams, portaged o'er hill and plain; We burnt our boat to save the nails, and built our boat again; We guessed and groped, North, ever North, with many a twist and turn; We saw ablaze in the deathless days the splendid sunsets burn. WE POLED AND LINED UP NAMELESS STREAMS PORTAGED OVER HILL AND PLAIN WE BURNT OUR BOAT TO SAVE THE NAILS AND BUILT OUR BOAT AGAIN WE GUESSED AND GROPED NORTH EVER NORTH WITH MANY A TWIST AND TURN WE SAW ABLAZE IN THE DEATHLESS DAYS THE SPLENDID SUNSETS BURN
our star, and fortune will be kind." But I jeered at him, and then there came the Sailor Swede to me, And he said: "I dreamed of my sister's son, who croaked at the age of three. From the herded dead he sneaked and said: `Seek you an Arctic trail; 'Tis pale and grim by the Polar rim, but seek and ye shall not fail.'" And lo! that night I too did dream of my mother's sister's son, And he said to me: "By the Arctic Sea there's a treasure to be won. Follow and follow a lone moose trail, till you come to a valley grim, On the slope of the lonely watershed that borders the Polar brim." Then I woke my pals, and soft we swore by the mystic Silver Flail, 'Twas the hand of Fate, and to-morrow straight we would seek the lone moose trail. We watched the groaning ice wrench free, crash on with a hollow din; Men of the wilderness were we, freed from the taint of sin. The mighty river snatched us up and it bore us swift along; The days were bright, and the morning light was sweet with jewelled song. TRAIL YE FIND FOLLOW IT FAR AND TRUST YOUR STAR AND FORTUNE WILL BE KIND BUT I JEERED AT HIM AND THEN THERE CAME THE SAILOR SWEDE TO ME AND HE SAID I DREAMED OF MY SISTER'S SON WHO CROAKED AT THE AGE OF THREE FROM THE HERDED DEAD HE SNEAKED AND SAID SEEK YOU AN ARCTIC TRAIL TIS PALE AND GRIM BY THE POLAR RIM BUT SEEK AND YOU SHALL NOT FAIL AND LO THAT NIGHT I TOO DID DREAM OF MY MOTHER'S SISTER'S SON AND HE SAID TO ME BY THE ARCTIC SEA THERE'S A TREASURE TO BE WON FOLLOW AND FOLLOW A LONE MOOSE TRAIL TILL YOU COME TO A VALLEY GRIM ON THE SLOPE OF THE LONELY WATER SHED THAT BORDERS THE POLAR BRIM THEN I WOKE MY PALS AND SOFT WE SWORE BY THE MYSTIC SILVER FLAIL TWAS THE HAND OF FATE AND TO MORROW STRAIGHT WE WOULD SEEK THE LONE MOOSE TRAIL WE WATCHED THE GROANING ICE WRENCH FREE CRASH ON WITH A HOLLOW DIN MEN OF THE WILDERNESS WERE WE FREED FROM THE TAINT OF SIN THE MIGHTY RIVER SNATCHED US UP AND BORE US SWIFT ALONG THE DAYS WERE BRIGHT AND THE MORNING LIGHT WAS SWEET WITH JEWELLED SONG
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