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What have I gained by the toil of the trail?

I know and know well.

I have found once again the lore I had lost

In the loud cities' hell.

I have broadened my hand to the cinch and the axe,

I have laid my flesh to the rain;

I was hunter and trailer and guide;

I have touched the most primitive wildness again.

I have threaded the wild with the stealth of the deer,

No eagle is freer than I;

No mountain can thwart me, no torrent appall.

I defy the stern sky.

So long as I live these joys will remain,

I have touched the most primitive wildness again.