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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508788" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lone Trail</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye who know the Lone Trail fain would follow it,<br>Though it lead to glory or the darkness of the pit.<br>Ye who take the Lone Trail, bid your love good-by;<br>The Lone Trail, the Lone Trail follow till you die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The trails of the world be countless, and most of the trails be tried;<br>You tread on the heels of the many, till you come where the ways divide;<br>And one lies safe in the sunlight, and the other is dreary and wan,<br>Yet you look aslant at the Lone Trail, and the Lone Trail lures you on.<br>And somehow you're sick of the highway, with its noise and its easy needs,<br>And you seek the risk of the by-way, and you reck not where it leads.<br>And sometimes it leads to the desert, and the togue swells out of the mouth,<br>And you stagger blind to the mirage, to die in the mocking drouth.<br>And sometimes it leads to the mountain, to the light of the lone camp-fire,<br>And you gnaw your belt in the anguish of hunger-goded desire.<br>And sometimes it leads to the Southland, to the swamp where the orchid glows,<br>And you rave to your grave with the fever, and they rob the corpse for its clothes.<br>And sometimes it leads to the Northland, and the scurvy softens your bones,<br>And your flesh dints in like putty, and you spit out your teeth like stones.<br>And sometimes it leads to a coral reef in the wash of a weedy sea,<br>And you sit and stare at the empty glare where the gulls wait greedily.<br>And sometimes it leads to an Arctic trail, and the snows where your torn feet freeze,<br>And you whittle away the useless clay, and crawl on your hands and knees.<br>Often it leads to the dead-pit; always it leads to pain;<br>By the bones of your brothers ye know it, but oh, to follow you're fain.<br>By your bones they will follow behind you, till the ways of the world are made plain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bid good-by to sweetheart, bid good-by to friend;<br>The Lone Trail, the Lone Trail follow to the end.<br>Tarry not, and fear not, chosen of the true;<br>Lover of the Lone Trail, the Lone Trail waits for you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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Though it lead to glory or the darkness of the pit.
Ye who take the Lone Trail, bid your love good-by;
The Lone Trail, the Lone Trail follow till you die.

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