The Song Of The Forest Ranger (Herbert Bashford Poems)
Oh, to feel the fresh breeze blowingFrom lone ridges yet untrod!Oh, to see the far peak growingWhiter as it climbs ...
Oh, to feel the fresh breeze blowingFrom lone ridges yet untrod!Oh, to see the far peak growingWhiter as it climbs ...
A ceaseless rover, waif of many climes,He scorns the tempest, greets the lifting sunWith wings that fling the light and ...
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