A Girl On The Trail

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Title:     A Girl On The Trail
Author: Hamlin Garland [More Titles by Garland]

A flutter of skirts in the dapple of leaves on the trees,
The sound of a small, happy voice on the breeze,
The print of a slim little foot on the trail,
And the miners rejoice as they hammer with picks in
the vale.

For fairer than gold is the face of a maid,
And sovereign as stars the light of her eyes;
For women alone were the long trenches laid;
For women alone they defy the stern skies.

These toilers are grimy, and hairy, and dun
With the wear of the wind, the scorch of the sun;
But their picks fall slack, their foul tongues are mute--
As the maiden goes by these earthworms salute!

[The end]
Hamlin Garland's poem: A Girl On The Trail

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