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"When you've tired of trails and treasure, / Drunk the dregs of pain and pleasure, / And you're camped beside the firelight all alone.
Have you heard the voices murm'ring / Things that set your soul a-yearning, / Looked a-slantways at the trail and dreamed of home? / Have you seemed to see the faces, / Midst the awful lonely places, / Of the ones you love the best grow sad and old, / Who have waited, prayed and trusted, / While you've sought and fought and lusted / For the tinselled, luring treasure men call gold?"