. To mother . XXIII IF you would seek the trail to thatdomainWhere Joy and Laughter reign in joint estate,Where Care slips from your shoul-ders as the lateDrought flees the tapping fingers of the Rain—Just strap your knapsack to your back,and fareAcross the yellow desert sands that lieBeyond those temple-pillars of thesky,The Rockies—towring through theages there—

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