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Stare at me well, ay, stare! STARE AT ME WELL A STARE
narch, your subjects the wolf and the bear? Monarch, your kingdom unravisht and gleaming; Mountains your throne, and a river your car; Crash of a bull moose to rouse you from dreaming; Forest your couch, and your candle a star. You who this faint day the High North is luring Unto her vastness, taintlessly sweet; You who are steel-braced, straight-lipped, enduring, Dreadless in danger and dire in defeat: Honor the High North ever and ever, Whether she crown you, or whether she slay; Suffer her fury, cherish and love her-- He who would rule he must learn to obey. Men of the High North, fierce mountains love you; Proud rivers leap when you ride on their breast. See, the austere sky, pensive above you, Dons all her jewels to smile on your rest. Children of Freedom, scornful of frontiers, We who are weaklings honor your worth. Lords of the wilderness, Princes of Pioneers, Let's have a rouse that will ring round the earth. The Ballad of the Northern Lights One of the Down and Out--that's me.  THE BALLAD OF THE NORTHERN LIGHTS BY ROBERT SERVICE READFORD LIBERVOCK STODORK BY HAIDEY PRICE ONE OF THE DOWN AND OUT THAT'S ME
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