I Remember Little Of The Yukon Or

Some Praise The Lord For Light, The Living Spark; I Thank God For The Night The Healing Dark.

The Happy Man Is He Who Knows His Limitations, Yet Bows To No False Gods.

Now A Promise Made Is A Debt Unpaid, And The Trail Has Its Own Stern Code.

Old Year! Upon The Stage Of Time You Stand To Bow Your Last Adieu; A Moment, And The Prompter's Chime Will Ring The Curtain Down On You.

The Wanderlust Has Got Me... By The Belly-aching Fire