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They tended me and they brought me back to the world, and here I am. THEY TENDED ME AND BROUGHT ME BACK TO THE WORLD AND HERE I AM
ow that lies by the Polar rim, And I climbed its height in a whirl of light, and I peered o'er its jagged brim; And there in a crater deep and vast, ungained, unguessed of men, The mystery of the Arctic world was flashed into my ken. For there these poor dim eyes of mine beheld the sight of sights-- That hollow ring was the source and spring of the mystic Northern Lights. Then I staked that place from crown to base, and I hit the homeward trail. Ah, God! it was good, though my eyes were blurred, and I crawled like a sickly snail. In that vast white world where the silent sky communes with the silent snow, In hunger and cold and misery I wandered to and fro. But the Lord took pity on my pain, and He led me to the sea, And some ice-bound whalers heard my moan, and they fed and sheltered me. They fed the feeble scarecrow thing that stumbled out of the wild With the ravaged face of a mask of death and the wandering wits of a child-- A craven, cowering bag of bones that once had been a man. E IS A MOUNTAIN ROUND AND LOW THAT LIES BY THE POLAR RIM AND I CLIMBED ITS HEIGHT IN A WHIRL OF LIGHT AND I PEERED O'ER THE JAGGED BRIM AND THERE IN A CRATER DEEP AND VAST UNGAINED UNGUESSED OF MAN THE MYSTERY OF THE ARCTIC WORLD WAS FLASHED INTO MY KEN FOR THERE THESE POOR DIM EYES OF MINE BEHELD THE SIGHT OF SIGHTS THAT HOLLOW RING WAS THE SOURCE AND SPRING OF THE MYSTIC NORTHERN LIGHTS THEN I STAKED THAT PLACE FROM CROWN TO BASE AND I HIT THE HOMEWARD TRAIL AH GOD IT WAS GOOD THOUGH MY EYES WERE BLURRED AND I CRAWLED LIKE A SICKLY SNAIL IN THAT VAST WHITE WORLD WHERE THE SILENT SKY COMMUNES WITH THE SILENT SNOW IN HUNGER AND COLD AND MISERY I WANDERED TO AND FRO BUT THE LORD TOOK PITY ON MY PAIN AND HE LED ME TO THE SEA AND SOME ICE BOUND WHALERS HEARD MY MOAN AND THEY FED AND SHELTERED ME THEY FED THE FEEBLE SCARECROW THING THAT STUMBLED OUT OF THE WILD WITH THE RAVAGED FACE OF A MASK OF DEATH AND THE WANDERING WITS OF A CHILD A CRAVEN COWERING BAG OF BONES THAT ONCE HAD BEEN A MAN
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