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“Here by the camp-fire's flicker, Deep in my blanket curled, I long for the peace of the pine-gloom, When the scroll of the Lord is unfurled, And the wind and the wave are silent, And world is singing to world.”

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

Robert W. Service (January 16, 1874 – September 11, 1958) was a British-Canadian poet known for his narrative poems about the Yukon Gold Rush and the wilderness. Born in Preston, England, he moved to Scotland as a child and immigrated to Canada in 1894. While working as a bank clerk in Dawson City, Yukon, he wrote classics like 'The Shooting of Dan McGrew' and 'The Cremation of Sam McGee.' His vivid, rhythmic style captured the spirit of adventure and made him a popular figure. He later lived in France, continuing to write until his death. more

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