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CONCERNING HIS INSIGNIA
To Stephen Graham
Brother, who went a-climbing across Asia,
Tramping with big boots through the mysterious places,
The wide world is your parish,
And new pathways
Beckon you farther through still further races.
We will be meeting soon on many boundaries:
We crossed the Canadian Border for a sign.
We will cross and claim a thousand oceans,
And each side will be yours and each side mine.
Tramping with big boots through the mysterious places,
The wide world is your parish,
And new pathways
Beckon you farther through still further races.
We will be meeting soon on many boundaries:
We crossed the Canadian Border for a sign.
We will cross and claim a thousand oceans,
And each side will be yours and each side mine.
Restless of heart! Always overshining
Every path you found, the Cross gave light.
There in that light you found your hope and wisdom,
Tramping on, still fevered, through the night.
You will tell world's-end of the other world's-end;
You will tell borders where far borders are;
You will yet reconcile such separate races—
You will look down, a conqueror, from your star.
Every path you found, the Cross gave light.
There in that light you found your hope and wisdom,
Tramping on, still fevered, through the night.
You will tell world's-end of the other world's-end;
You will tell borders where far borders are;
You will yet reconcile such separate races—
You will look down, a conqueror, from your star.
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