I would give all I have for a place to be
Where boundless horizons reach out to the sea --
Like the castles of war gods the mountains rise,
Crowned with ramparts of ice 'neath tumultuous skies.
I'd trade easy comforts; I'd trade youth and looks
For a warm, dry cabin, a trunk of books,
And the health and strength to be mates with the Vast
Till the winds and the stars call me home at last.
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