The Pioneer by F. B. Linderman

 The Pioneer
By F. B. Linderma

Soon to the mist of a spirit camp
On Eternity's frontier,
Dim, in the haze of the Great Beyond,
Will have passed the pioneer.

Peace, like smoke from the signal-fires
Of Red-men known of old,
Beckons them on, with promise bright
As the float from leads of gold.

On and on to the shadowy end;
Where the trail to man is strange,
Where mystery, guide to ford and pass.
Leads all across the range.

And there the gold of rich reward
Awaits, for service here.
And fate, relenting guards the sluice
Of every pioneer.