Now, here I cache the useless pack
I nevermore shall need;
And here I take the Longest Trail
Wherever it may lead.
Beyond the Range—beyond the range
Oh, strong and sure and free!
I quest for more than life has brought
And more than eyes can see.
Oh, desert skies and desert stars
And desert trails I knew;
Brown peaks that hold the dream of gold,
I turn no more to you.
Oh, nevermore I turn to you
At dawn or set of sun —
For campfire's light, or nuggets bright
The golden day is done.
Now, stake for me a last, last claim
And lay them there to rest
The trailworn feet, the weary hands,
The still heart in my breast.
Earth's last prospecting trip is done,
But somewhere, strong and sure,
My spirit seeks the Mother-lode
Whose treasure shall endure.
Out, out beyond the farthest star,
Beyond the last lone peak;
More fair than desert-born mirage
The Glory Land I seek.
No monuments are on the trail,
The way is dim and strange —
But light of God is on the land
That lies Beyond the Range.
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