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<h3>IV</h3>
<h3><i>A Song of the Oregon Trail</i></h3>
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<span class="i0">How long the trail! How far the goal!<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Last year the moons might come and go<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Like dancing shadows on the snow.<br/></span>
<span class="i2">My heart was light, my heart was strong;<br/></span>
<span class="i2">I cared not though the way be long;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">But now—the end is you—my soul!—<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I fear the dark, I fear the dread<br/></span>
<span class="i2">White frost that hovers round my heart,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The cold, high sun, and, wide apart,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The frozen, pitiless stars above.<br/></span>
<span class="i2">So far, so far from my true love,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And, oh! I fear, I fear the dead!<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I fear their fingers, grasping and pale.<br/></span>
<span class="i2">I did not fear the dead last year—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">But now, the kisses of my dear!<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The breast of her, so kind and warm,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Ah, heart! I must not come to harm—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">How far the goal! How long the trail!<br/></span></div>
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