I don't think I'll ever grow tired of this Robert Service poem, true to all good poetry, like music - the more I hear it the more it means and the more I see. So here's to the Land of Beyond.
The Land of Beyond
Have you ever heard of the land of beyond,
That dreams at the gates of the day?
Alluring it lies at the skirts of the skies,
And ever so far away;
Alluring its calls: O ye the yoke galls,
And ye of trail over fond,
With saddle and pack, by paddle and track,
Let’s go to the Land of Beyond!
Have you ever stood where the silences brood,
And vast horizons begin,
At the dawn of the day to behold far away
The goal that you would strive for and win?
Yet ,ah! in the night when you gain to the height,
With the vast pool of heaven star-spawned,
Afar and agleam, like a valley of dream,
Still mocks you a land of beyond.
Thank God! There is a Land of Beyond
For us who are true to the trail;
A vision to seek, a beckoning peak,
A farness that will never fail;
A pride in our soul that mocks at a goal,
A manhood that irks at a bond,
And try how we will, unattainable still,
Beyond it, our Land of Beyond.
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