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The Land God Forgot The lonely sunsets flare forlornDown valleys dreadly desolate;The lordly mountains soar in scornAs still as death, as stern as fate.The lonely sunsets flame and die;The giant valleys gulp the night;The monster mountains scrape the sky,Where eager stars are diamond-bright.So gaunt against the gibbous moon,Piercing the silence velvet-piled,A lone wolf howls his ancient rune —The fell arch-spirit of the Wild.O outcast land! O leper land!Let the lone wolf-cry all expressThe hate insensate of thy hand,Thy heart's abysmal loneliness. Contents with First Lines:The Land God ForgotThe lonely sunsets flare forlorn,The Spell of the YukonI wanted the gold, and I sought it,The Heart of the SourdoughThere where the mighty mountains bare their fangs unto the moon,The Three VoicesThe waves have a story to tell me,The Law of the YukonThis is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain,The Parson's SonThis is the song of the parson's son, as he squats in his shack alone,The Call of the WildHave you gazed on naked grandeur where there's nothing else to gaze on,The Lone TrailYe who know the Lone Trail fain would follow it,The PinesWe sleep in the sleep of ages, the bleak, barbarian pines,The Lure of Little VoicesThere's a cry from out the loneliness — oh, listen, Honey, listen!The Song of the Wage-SlaveWhen the long, long day is over, and the Big Boss gives me my pay,GrinIf you're up against a bruiser and you're getting knocked about,The Shooting of Dan McGrewA bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon,The Cremation of Sam McGeeThere are strange things done in the midnight sun,My MadonnaI haled me a woman from the street,UnforgottenI know a garden where the lilies gleam,The ReckoningIt's fine to have a blow-out in a fancy restaurant,QuatrainsOne said: Thy life is thine to make or mar,The Men That Don't Fit InThere's a race of men that don't fit in,Music in the BushO'er the dark pines she sees the silver moon,The Rhyme of the Remittance ManThere's a four-pronged buck a-swinging in the shadow of my cabin,The Low-Down WhiteThis is the pay-day up at the mines, when the bearded brutes come down,The Little Old Log CabinWhen a man gets on his uppers in a hard-pan sort of town,The Younger SonIf you leave the gloom of London and you seek a glowing land,The March of the DeadThe cruel war was over — oh, the triumph was so sweet,"Fighting Mac"A pistol shot rings round and round the world,The Woman and the AngelAn angel was tired of heaven, as he lounged in the golden street,The Rhyme of the Restless OnesWe couldn't sit and study for the law,New Year's EveIt's cruel cold on the water-front, silent and dark and drear,ComfortSay! You've struck a heap of trouble,The HarpyThere was a woman, and she was wise; woefully wise was she,Premonition'Twas a year ago, and the moon was bright,The TrampsCan you recall, dear comrade, when we tramped God's land together,L'EnvoiYou who have lived in the land, The Spell of the Yukon I wanted the gold, and I sought it,I scrabbled and mucked like a slave....