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Rhymes of a Rolling Stone
Robert W. Service
- O dear little cabin, I've loved you so long,
- And now I must bid you good-bye!
- I've filled you with laughter, I've thrilled you with song,
- And sometimes I've wished I could cry.
- Your walls they have witnessed a weariful fight,
- And rung to a won Waterloo:
- But oh, in my triumph I'm dreary to-night --
- Good-bye, little cabin, to you!
- Your roof is bewhiskered, your floor is a-slant,
- Your walls seem to sag and to swing;
- I'm trying to find just your faults, but I can't --
- You poor, tired, heart-broken old thing!
- I've seen when you've been the best friend that I had,
- Your light like a gem on the snow;
- You're sort of a part of me -- Gee! but I'm sad;
- I hate, little cabin, to go.
- Below your cracked window red raspberries climb;
- A hornet's nest hangs from a beam;
- Your rafters are scribbled with adage and rhyme,
- And dimmed with tobacco and dream.
- "Each day has its laugh", and "Don't worry, just work".
- Such mottoes reproachfully shine.
- Old calendars dangle -- what memories lurk
- About you, dear cabin of mine!
- I hear the world-call and the clang of the fight;
- I hear the hoarse cry of my kind;
- Yet well do I know, as I quit you to-night,
- It's Youth that I'm leaving behind.
- And often I'll think of you, empty and black,
- Moose antlers nailed over your door:
- Oh, if I should perish my ghost will come back
- To dwell in you, cabin, once more!
- How cold, still and lonely, how weary you seem!
- A last wistful look and I'll go.
- Oh, will you remember the lad with his dream!
- The lad that you comforted so.
- The shadows enfold you, it's drawing to-night;
- The evening star needles the sky:
- And huh! but it's stinging and stabbing my sight --
- God bless you, old cabin, good-bye!
- And when I come to the dim trail-end,
- I who have been Life's rover,
- This is all I would ask, my friend,
- Over and over and over:
- A little space on a stony hill
- With never another near me,
- Sky o' the North that's vast and still,
- With a single star to cheer me;
- Star that gleams on a moss-grey stone
- Graven by those who love me --
- There would I lie alone, alone,
- With a single pine above me;
- Pine that the north wind whinneys through --
- Oh, I have been Life's lover!
- But there I'd lie and listen to
- Eternity passing over.
- When from my fumbling hand the tired pen falls,
- And in the twilight weary droops my head;
- While to my quiet heart a still voice calls,
- Calls me to join my kindred of the Dead:
- Grant that I may, O Lord, ere rest be mine,
- Write to Thy praise one radiant, ringing line.
- For all of worth that in this clay abides,
- The leaping rapture and the ardent flame,
- The hope, the high resolve, the faith that guides:
- All, all is Thine, and liveth in Thy name:
- Lord, have I dallied with the sacred fire!
- Lord, have I trailed Thy glory in the mire!
- E'en as a toper from the dram-shop reeling,
- Sees in his garret's blackness, dazzling fair,
- All that he might have been, and, heart-sick, kneeling,
- Sobs in the passion of a vast despair:
- So my ideal self haunts me alway --
- When the accounting comes, how shall I pay?
- For in the dark I grope, nor understand;
- And in my heart fight selfishness and sin:
- Yet, Lord, I do not seek Thy helping hand;
- Rather let me my own salvation win:
- Let me through strife and penitential pain
- Onward and upward to the heights attain.
- Yea, let me live my life, its meaning seek;
- Bear myself fitly in the ringing fight;
- Strive to be strong that I may aid the weak;
- Dare to be true -- O God! the Light, the Light!
- Cometh the Dark so soon. I've mocked Thy Word;
- Yet do I know Thy Love: have mercy, Lord. . . .
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