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No storm or wabbling wave now bores him Repentant, Sane, his Slabside days He spends in changing howls to praise. And thus
he sings from dawn to dark As glad blythe's a meadow lark. Home again from foreign climes Jingle Jangle merry chimes
Amid my birds trees vines I fondly trace bright memory's lines. With heart soul devout I stand Gazing on wild Alaska land.
Its mountains clad in snow and ice Seem calm pure as paradise-- Kind Nature's love to them hath given The best of earth,
the best of heaven. Their sculptured domes peak's towers Enwreathed in purple mist flowers Rise range o'er range in song
and rhyme Triumpant, wild, serene, sublime, Fountains of strengh, of life, of motion, Guardians alike of land ocean.
The purple tundras far extending Seen with the purple heavens blending The round unbounding nightless days Are filled with
their Creators praise. Endless waters, endless woods 07194