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The Glory Trail |
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" Oh, glory be to me" laughs he.
" We hit the glory trail.
No human man as I have read
Darst loop a ragin' lioris head,
Nor ever hawse could drag one dead
Until we told the tale"
'Way high up the Mogollons
That top-hawse done his best,
Through whippin' brush and rattlin' stones,
From canyon-floor to crest.
But ever when Bob turned and hoped
A limp remains to find,
A red-eyed lion, belly roped
But healthy, loped behind.
" Oh, glory be to me" grunts he,
" This glory trail is rough, Yet even till the Judgment Morn Til keep this dally Wound the horn, For never any hero born Could stoop to holler: ' nufi!'" Three suns had rode their circle home Beyond the desert's rim, And turned their star herds loose to roam The ranges high and dim; Yet up and down and round and 'cross Bob pounded, weak and wan, For pride still glued him to his hawse And glory drove him on. 3i |
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