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THE BOY went out from the ranges grim	A
And the breath of the mountains went with him	A
With a song in his heart and a smile on his face	B
And a light in his eyes for a foremost place	B
And the good green earth and the salt sea spray	C
And the soft blue skies they were his that day	C
And like Eden ringed with a golden fire	D
Afar rose the Land of His Heart s Desire	D
The boy went down to the city s strife	E
And his face was lost in the surge of life	E
But a Power that he did not understand	F
Had nerved his brain and his fighting hand	F
And he strove and failed and he rose and won	G
And he failed again ere the fight was done	G
But he battled on when the days were dire	H
To win to the Land of His Heart s Desire	D
	-
And there in the heart of the stress and din	I
Mid want and labour and wealth and sin	I
The strong man struggled with shining eyes	J
And forced a passage and grasped the prize	J
And he cried to the Power who had lent the fire	D
Lo Fame is the Land of My Heart s Desire	D
Give the cup to me with a beaded brim	A
And the Power that he knew not gave it him	A
	-
But the air is keen on the Cliffs of Fame	K
And the shafts that fly have a deadly aim	K
With a foothold scarce and a sleepless dread	L
For the gulfs below and the heights o erhead	L
He cried to the Power who had steeled his hand	L
I am outcast yet from my Fairyland	L
For Fame is a land where no strength may tire	D
But Love is the Land of My Heart s Desire	D
	-
Then there came to the man all his dream of Love	M
With the brow of snow and the eyes of a dove	M
With the glint of the sun on her wavy hair	N
And her soul as pure as her face was fair	N
Like a living lily to him she came	K
Till his eyes were wet and his soul was flame	K
And she called to him with an outstretched hand	L
And they entered into the Promised Land	L
	-
But there came a day when he asked his soul	O
Is this the land and is this the goal	O
In his heart there lay what his lips denied	L
The pang of a hunger unsatisfied	L
For Fame he said and for Love I wrought	L
They are not the things that I should have sought	L
Tis to boundless power that my dreams aspire	H
And Wealth is the Land of My Heart s Desire	D
	-
Then the Power that he did not understand	L
Gave him ships and houses and gold and land	L
And the man s power grew with each passing year	P
But his thoughts were vexed with a sleepless fear	P
And his hair grew gray with the iron strain	Q
Of the dread of loss and the lust of gain	Q
And he bowed his head on his hands and said	L
All things are mine but my heart is dead	L
	-
And he thought of the boy from the ranges grim	A
With the breath of the mountains over him	A
With a song in his heart and a smile on his face	B
And a light in his eyes for a foremost place	B
And the good green earth and the salt sea spray	C
And the soft blue skies that were his that day	C
When like Eden ringed with a golden fire	D
Afar rose the Land of His Heart s Desire	D
	-
Then clear on his startled ear there fell	R
A voice like the sound of a silver bell	R
To each is the work that he best can do	L
But you turned from the work when it called to you	L
And you sought instead for the vulgar praise	S
For the lips of love and for prosperous days	S
And with all that the world can give you here	T
You have lost the thing that you hold most dear	P
For who hears the word that the Gods inspire	H
In his work finds the Land of His Heart s Desire	D

George Essex Evans

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