Outing . THE CALL BY CORA D. FENTON LJ AVE you heard the calling, calling of the Distance, Through the purple reaches where the mountains wait;With the Dreamland round their shoulders, where the sunset fire smoulders-Oh, the guarding Distance calls us from their gate. In the morning it entices with the sunrise, In the evening it is urging through the gold;We must heed the sweet insistence, for this mystic blue-veiled Distance Hides our wished for land of Dreams within its hold. We will cinch the saddle tighter, tie the strings of wide sombrero, While the mists about the top are gray and dim;Wi
Outing . THE CALL BY CORA D. FENTON LJ AVE you heard the calling, calling of the Distance, Through the purple reaches where the mountains wait;With the Dreamland round their shoulders, where the sunset fire smoulders-Oh, the guarding Distance calls us from their gate. In the morning it entices with the sunrise, In the evening it is urging through the gold;We must heed the sweet insistence, for this mystic blue-veiled Distance Hides our wished for land of Dreams within its hold. We will cinch the saddle tighter, tie the strings of wide sombrero, While the mists about the top are gray and dim;With the eager trail uptrending, and the morning sky low bending— Oh, the evening star will see us oer the rim. When the wind blows thin and keen about the summit, And the camp-fire sparkles warm upon the brim,On a couch of pine boughs fragrant, who would scorn to be a vagrant, And follow when the Distance calls to him ?. LIVING OFF THE LAND BY HELEN DODD He that tilleth his land shall be satisfied with bread.
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