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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. MONARCH YOUR KINGDOM UNRAVISHED 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
ouncil, their wigwam the sky; Far, far below us the big Yukon flowing, Like threaded quicksilver, gleams to the eye. Men of the High North, you who have known it; You in whose hearts its splendors have abode; Can you renounce it, can you disown it? Can you forget it, its glory and its goad? Where is the hardship, where is the pain of it? Lost in the limbo of things you've forgot; Only remain the guerdon and gain of it; Zest of the foray, and God, how you fought! You who have made good, you foreign faring; You money magic to far lands has whirled; Can you forget those days of vast daring, There with your soul on the Top o' the World? Nights when no peril could keep you awake on Spruce boughs you spread for your couch in the snow; Taste all your feasts like the beans and the bacon Fried at the camp-fire at forty below? Can you remember your huskies all going, Barking with joy and their brushes in air; You in your parka, glad-eyed and glowing, Monarch, your subjects the wolf and the bear?  PEAKS ARE GLOWING FIERCE CHIEFS IN COUNCIL THEIR WIGWAMS THE SKY FAR FAR BELOW US THE BIG YUKON FLOWING LIKE THREADED QUICKSILVER GLEAMS TO THE EYE MEN OF THE HIGH NORTH YOU WHO HAVE KNOWN IT YOU IN WHOSE HEARTS ITS SPLENDORS HAVE ABODE CAN YOU RENOUNCE IT CAN YOU DISOWN IT CAN YOU FORGET IT ITS GLORY ITS GOAD WHERE IS THE HARDSHIP WHERE IS THE PAIN OF IT LOST IN THE LIMBO OF THINGS YOU'VE FORGOT ONLY REMAIN THE GIRDON AND GAIN OF IT ZEST OF THE FORAY AND GOD HOW YOU FOUGHT YOU WHO HAVE MADE GOOD YOU FOREIGN FARING YOU MONEY MAGIC TO FAR LANDS HAS WHIRLED CAN YOU FORGET THOSE DAYS OF VAST DARING THERE WITH YOUR SOUL ON THE TOP OF THE WORLD NIGHTS WHEN NO PERIL COULD KEEP YOU AWAKE ON SPRUCE BOUGHS YOU SPREAD FOR YOUR COUCH IN THE SNOW TASTE ALL YOUR FEASTS LIKE THE BEANS AND THE BACON FRIED AT THE CAMP FIRE AT FORTY BELOW CAN YOU REMEMBER YOUR HUSKIES ALL GOING BARKING WITH JOY AND THEIR BRUSHES IN AIR YOU IN YOUR PARKA GLAD EYED AND GLOWING MONARCH YOUR SUBJECTS THE WOLF AND THE BEAR
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