L’Envoi

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L’Envoi

You who have lived in the Land,

You who have trusted the trail;

You who are strong to withstand,

You who are swift to assail;

Songs have I sung to beguile,

Vintage of desperate years

Hard as a harlot’s smile,

Bitter as unshed tears.

Little of joy or mirth,

Little of ease I sing;

Sagas of men of earth,

Humanly suffering,

Such as you all have done;

Savagely faring forth,

Sons of the midnight sun,

Argonauts of the North.

Far in the land God forgot

Glimmers the lure of your trail;

Still in your lust are you taught

Even to win is to fail.

Still must you follow and fight

Under the vampire wing;

There in the long, long night

Hoping and vanquishing.

Husbandmen of the Wild,

Reaping a barren gain;

Scourged by desire, reconciled

Unto disaster and pain;

These my songs are for you,

You who are seared with the brand:

God knows I have tried to be true;

Please God you will understand.