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The Spell of the Yukon

I wanted the gold, and I sought it, I scrabbled and mucked like a slave. Was it famine or scurvy -- I fought it; I hurled my youth into a grave.
 
I wanted the gold, and I got it -- Came out with a fortune last fall, -- Yet somehow life's not what I thought it, And somehow the gold isn't all.

No! There's the land. (Have you seen it?) It's the cussedest land that I know, From the big, dizzy mountains that screen it, To the deep, deathlike valleys below. 

Some say God was tired when He made it; Some say it's a fine land to shun; Maybe; but there's some as would trade it For no land on earth -- and I'm one.

 Robert W. Service

The Treasure

"All my life," he said, "I have searched for the treasure.
I have sought it in the high places, and in the narrow.
I have sought it in the deep jungles, and at the ends
of rivers, and in dark caverns - and yet have not found it.

"Instead, at the end of every trail, I have found you
awaiting me. And now you have become familiar to me,
though I cannot say I know you well.

Who are you?" 

And the stranger answered:

"Thyself."

-From an old tale.

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