366 MAJOR JOHN F. LACEY 



To Yukon's tawny flood which ever pours 

 Its rushing waters in the Bering Sea; 

 And flowing over sands beflecked with gold, 

 Forever glides the limpid Tanana 

 Into the turbid Yukon vast and wide ; 

 Alaska. 



The misty Nunivak, the seaman's dread; 

 The quaggy tundra gleaming bright with flowers, 

 Reeking with moisture from its icy bed ; 

 The placid lakes in solitude profound ; 

 The distant streams where salmon crowd to spawn, 

 To die and whiten shores with glistening bones ; 

 McKinley's mount, whose peak no man has trod 

 And Saint Elias ever cold and white ; 

 Rich, solitary, grand and yet severe ; 

 But still she is alluring to the brave, 

 Her coffers open to no timid hand ; 

 Alaska. 



