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Far
Horizons
by
Bliss Carman
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SONG
OF THE KICKING HORSE
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BY Kicking
Horse River, through Kicking Horse Pass,
Where the Rockies guard their own,
There’s a trail that goes by a way it knows
Through valleys wild and lone,—
The trail of the guides and the pioneers
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Who
passed—a nameless host—
To open the gates for men to come
Down to the Fairy Coast.
By Kicking Horse River, through Kicking Horse
Pass,
Their wonder trail still leads,
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Though
little we praise their heroic days
And men have forgotten their deeds.
Are you old or sad or worn or mad,
And sick of life’s too great cost?
If you know that way, you will go that way,
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| To find
what you have lost.
By Kicking Horse River, through Kicking Horse
Pass,
The Road to Tomorrow lies;
And the guides who wait at the sundown gate
Are Fearless, Faith, Surmise.
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They
answer each hail and show the trail
To all men value most.
There is freedom and space and Heaven’s grace
In the gift of the Magical Coast.
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