CHAPTER XVIII BY PACK MULE THROUGH THE JUNGLE

“The legion that never was listed,” The soft-lilting rhythm and song, The starlight, and shadowy tropics, The palms—and all that belong; The unknown that ever persisted In dreams that were epics of bliss, Of glory and gain without effort— And the visions have faded, like this. -- (Excerpt from the opening poem, "The Tropics"

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“The legion that never was listed,”The soft-lilting rhythm and song,The starlight, and shadowy tropics,The palms—and all that belong;The unknown that ever persistedIn dreams that were epics of bliss,Of glory and gain without effort—And the visions have faded, like this.-- (Excerpt from the opening poem, "The Tropics"

“The legion that never was listed,” The soft-lilting rhythm and song, The starlight, and shadowy tropics, The palms—and all that belong; The unknown that ever persisted In dreams that were epics of bliss, Of glory and gain without effort— And the visions have faded, like this. -- (Excerpt from the opening poem, "The Tropics"

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CHAPTER XVIII BY PACK MULE THROUGH THE JUNGLE

CHAPTER XVIII BY PACK MULE THROUGH THE JUNGLE