Old Year! upon the Stage of Time You stand to bow your last adieu; A moment, and the prompter's chime Will ring the curtain down on you. — Robert W. Service Copy Share Image
“I keep collecting books I know I'll never, never read; My wife and daughter tell me so, And yet I never heed. "Please make me," says some wistful tome, "A wee bit of yourself." And so I take my treasure home, And tuck it in a shelf. And now my very shelves complain; They jam and over-spill. They say: "Why… — Robert W. Service Copy Share
“The Call of the Wild They have cradled you in custom, they have primed you with their preaching, They have soaked you in convention through and through; They have put you in a showcase; you're a credit to their teaching– But can't you hear the wild?–it's calling you. Let us probe the silent places, let us seek what luck betide… — Robert W. Service Copy Share
Just draw on your grit; it's so easy to quit - It's the keeping your chin up that's hard. — Robert W. Service Copy Share
When children's children shall talk of War as a madness that may not be; When we thank our God for our grief today, and… — Robert W. Service Copy Share Image
The happy man is he who knows his limitations, yet bows to no false gods. — Robert W. Service Copy Share Image
This is the law of the Yukon, that only the strong shall thrive; that surely the weak shall perish, and only the fit survive. — Robert W. Service Copy Share Image
Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code. — Robert W. Service Copy Share Image
It's easy to fight when everything's right And you're mad with the thrill and the glory; It's easy to cheer when victory's near, And… — Robert W. Service Copy Share Image
It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones who win in the lifelong race. — Robert W. Service Copy Share Image
Alas! the road to Anywhere is pitfalled with disaster; There's hunger, want, and weariness, yet O we loved it so! As on we tramped… — Robert W. Service Copy Share Image
Then you've a hunch what the music meant . . . hunger and night and the stars. — Robert W. Service Copy Share Image
“A half-dead thing in a stark, dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold; While high overhead, green, yellow and red, the North… — Robert W. Service Copy Share Image
