The End of the Trail
Life, you’ve been mighty good to me,
Yet here’s the end of the trail;
No more mountain, moor and sea,
No more saddle and sail.
Waves a—leap in the laughing sun
Call to me as of yore. . . .
Alas! my errant days are done:
I’ll rove no more, no more.
Life, you’ve cheered me all the way;
You’ve been my bosom friend;
But gayest dog will have his day,
And biggest binge must end.
Shorebound I watch and see afar
A wistful isle grow wan,
While over is a last lone star
Dims out in lilac dawn.
Life, you’ve been wonderful to me,
But fleetest foot must fail;
The hour must come when all will see
The last lap of the trail.
Yet holding in my heart a hymn
Of praise for gladness gone,
Serene I wait my star to dim
In the glow of the Greater Dawn.
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