THE RHYME OF THE REMITTANCE MAN
There's a four-pronged buck a-swinging in the
shadow of my cabin,
And it roamed the velvet valley till to-day; But I tracked it by the river, and I trailed it in
the cover,
And I killed it on the mountain miles away. Now I've had my lazy supper, and the level
sun is gleaming
On the water where the silver salmon play; And I light my little corn-cob, and I linger,
softly dreaming, In the twilight, of a land that's far away.
Far away, so faint and far, is flaming London,
fevered Paris,
That I fancy I have gained another star; 81