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William Wilfred Campbell, comp.  The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse.  1913.
On the Trail
By Helena Coleman (1860–1953)
OH, there ’s nothing like the prairie
  When the wind is in your face,
And a thunderstorm is brewing,
  And night comes down apace—
’Tis then you feel the wonder        5
  And immensity of space!
Far in the gathering darkness
  Against the dying day
The ghostly hills are lying,
  The hills that stand for ay—        10
How in the dusk they glimmer
  And palpitate away!
*        *        *        *        *
How vast the world and void!
  No living thing in sight,
As to the lonely prairie        15
  Comes down the lonely night,
But in your heart what freedom—
  What sense of buoyant flight!
Once more the pulses quicken
  With life’s exultant pride,        20
With hope and high ambition,
  As on and on you ride,
Till all the old desires
  Come galloping beside!
Oh, there ’s nothing like the prairie        25
  When the wind is in your face,
And the boom of distant thunder
  Comes rolling up apace—
’Tis then you feel the wonder
  And immensity of space!        30

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