The Open 



I have heard the call, 



The call of the open, 



As the gray fading snow 



Slips away, and the broken 



Ice glides in the river. 



I must go, I must go, 



For the call comes ever, 



Calling, calling, and ceasing never. 



I have heard the call, 



The call of the driven 



Wind-harassed canoe, 



On the lift of the riven, 



Wave foaming and breaking; 



To old gods untrue, 



Their ways forsaking, 



New vows to Red Gods now I am making. 



I have heard the call, 

 The call of the hills; 

 The wind driven rain, 

 The battle of wills; 

 The roar of the thunder, 

 The lightning's sharp flame. 

 The rocks echo under 

 The Red Gods' acclaim. 



C, A, LAFLIN. 



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