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A writer wrote of the hearts of men, and he followed their tracks afar; / For his was a spirit that forced his pen to write of the things that are. / His heart grew tired of the truths he told, for his life was hard and grim; / His land seemed barren, its people cold -- yet the world was dear to him; -- / So he sailed away from the Streets of Strife, he travelled by land and sea, / In search of a people who lived a life as life in the world should be.
And he reached a spot where the scene was fair, with forest and field and / wood, / And all things came with the seasons there, and each of its kind was good; / There were mountain-rivers and peaks of snow, there were lights of green and / gold, / And echoing caves in the cliffs below, where a world-wide ocean rolled. / The lives of men from the wear of Change and the strife of the world were / free -- / For Steam was barred by the mountain-range and the rocks of the Open Sea.