Nehaveigur

There’s a land where the mountains are nameless, 
And the rivers all run God knows where; 
There are lives that are erring and aimless, 
And deaths that just hang by a hair; 
There are hardships that nobody reckons; 
There are valleys unpeopled and still; 
There’s a land - oh, it beckons and beckons, 
And I want to go back - and I will.

Robert Service: The Spell of the Yukon