Spell of the Yukon and Other Verses, The

<p><SPAN name="link2H_4_0019" id="link2H_4_0019"></SPAN></p> <h2> The Men That Don't Fit In </h2> <p>There's a race of men that don't fit in,<br/> A race that can't stay still;<br/> So they break the hearts of kith and kin,<br/> And they roam the world at will.<br/> They range the field and they rove the flood,<br/> And they climb the mountain's crest;<br/> Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,<br/> And they don't know how to rest.<br/> <br/> If they just went straight they might go far;<br/> They are strong and brave and true;<br/> But they're always tired of the things that are,<br/> And they want the strange and new.<br/> They say: "Could I find my proper groove,<br/> What a deep mark I would make!"<br/> So they chop and change, and each fresh move<br/> Is only a fresh mistake.<br/> <br/> And each forgets, as he strips and runs<br/> With a brilliant, fitful pace,<br/> It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones<br/> Who win in the lifelong race.<br/> And each forgets that his youth has fled,<br/> Forgets that his prime is past,<br/> Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead,<br/> In the glare of the truth at last.<br/> <br/> He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;<br/> He has just done things by half.<br/> Life's been a jolly good joke on him,<br/> And now is the time to laugh.<br/> Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;<br/> He was never meant to win;<br/> He's a rolling stone, and it's bred in the bone;<br/> He's a man who won't fit in.<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />