PARDS.

Otautau Standard and Wallace County Chronicle, Volume XII, Issue 583, 25 July 1916, Page 2

PARDS.

So— good-bye! The dreamy splendor of the mornings Breaking over yonder range shall call you back; r Dusk and dawn and night and noon be filled -with yearnings For the cattle-trail, the rough and ample shack. So— good-bye! Before your face the East is lying, Old, and worn, and haggard with a thousand woes. Ah! you'll long to sib again a-saddle, flying Past the dawn-dew, the odor of the rose! When the mother calls, we question not, but answer, And the mother East is calling you, I know; t ■ ' But above the dancers' mu6ic and the dancer You'll be hearing songs the Eastmen never kuew — Songs that dript their wordless music down the starry Nights we've rods the range together, you and I; Thoughts so fragile you would scarcely think they'd tatxj Over ail the days and miles that interlie! There will come to you, like lovers, softly gliding Into all your thousand doings and your dreams, The camp-song, the round-up, the riding, The wolfs howl, the brawling of the stoeams. So— good-bye* Loose the bronco from his tether ; He'll be ready, and you'll want him by and by; 'Twill be sunny heart, and song, and ranchers' weather When we ride the range together, you and I! — By Hugh J. Hughes.