| COME, my tan-faced children, |
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| Follow well in order, get your weapons ready; |
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| Have you your pistols? have you your sharp edged axes? Pioneers! O pioneers! |
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For we cannot tarry here, |
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| We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, |
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| We, the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers! |
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O you youths, western youths, |
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| So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship, |
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| Plain I see you, western youths, see you tramping with the foremost, Pioneers! O pioneers! |
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Have the elder races halted? |
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| Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied, over there beyond the seas? |
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| We take up the task eternal, and the burden, and the lesson, Pioneers! O pioneers! |
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All the past we leave behind; |
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| We debouch upon a newer, mightier world, varied world, |
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| Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and the march, Pioneers! O pioneers! |
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We detachments steady throwing, |
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| Down the edges, through the passes, up the mountains steep, |
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| Conquering, holding, daring, venturing, as we go, the unknown ways, Pioneers! O pioneers! |
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We primeval forests felling, |
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| We the rivers stemming, vexing we, and piercing deep the mines within; |
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| We the surface broad surveying, we the virgin soil upheaving, Pioneers! O pioneers! |
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Colorado men are we, |
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| From the peaks gigantic, from the great sierras and the high plateaus, |
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| From the mine and from the gully, from the hunting trail we come, Pioneers! O pioneers! |
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From Nebraska, from Arkansas, |
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| Central inland race are we, from Missouri, with the continental blood intervein’d; |
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| All the hands of comrades clasping, all the Southern, all the Northern, Pioneers! O pioneers! |
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O resistless, restless race! |
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| O beloved race in all! O my breast aches with tender love for all! |
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| O I mourn and yet exult—I am rapt with love for all, Pioneers! O pioneers! |
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Raise the mighty mother mistress, |
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| Waving high the delicate mistress, over all the starry mistress, (bend your heads all,) |
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| Raise the fang’d and warlike mistress, stern, impassive, weapon’d mistress, Pioneers! O pioneers! |
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See, my children, resolute children, |
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| By those swarms upon our rear, we must never yield or falter, |
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| Ages back in ghostly millions, frowning there behind us urging, Pioneers! O pioneers! |
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On and on, the compact ranks, |
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| With accessions ever waiting, with the places of the dead quickly fill’d, |
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| Through the battle, through defeat, moving yet and never stopping, Pioneers! O pioneers! |
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O to die advancing on! |
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| Are there some of us to droop and die? has the hour come? |
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| Then upon the march we fittest die, soon and sure the gap is fill’d, Pioneers! O pioneers! |
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All the pulses of the world, |
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| Falling in, they beat for us, with the western movement beat; |
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| Holding single or together, steady moving, to the front, all for us, Pioneers! O pioneers! |
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Life’s involv’d and varied pageants, |
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| All the forms and shows, all the workmen at their work, |
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| All the seamen and the landsmen, all the masters with their slaves, Pioneers! O pioneers! |
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All the hapless silent lovers, |
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| All the prisoners in the prisons, all the righteous and the wicked, |
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| All the joyous, all the sorrowing, all the living, all the dying, Pioneers! O pioneers! |
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I too with my soul and body, |
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| We, a curious trio, picking, wandering on our way, |
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| Through these shores, amid the shadows, with the apparitions pressing, Pioneers! O pioneers! |
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| Lo! the darting bowling orb! |
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| Lo! the brother orbs around! all the clustering suns and planets, |
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| All the dazzling days, all the mystic nights with dreams, Pioneers! O pioneers! |
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These are of us, they are with us, |
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| All for primal needed work, while the followers there in embryo wait behind, |
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| We to-day’s procession heading, we the route for travel clearing, Pioneers! O pioneers! |
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O you daughters of the west! |
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| O you young and elder daughters! O you mothers and you wives! |
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| Never must you be divided, in our ranks you move united, Pioneers! O pioneers! |
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Minstrels latent on the prairies! |
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| (Shrouded bards of other lands! you may sleep—you have done your work;) |
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| Soon I hear you coming warbling, soon you rise and tramp amid us, Pioneers! O pioneers! |
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Not for delectations sweet; |
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| Not the cushion and the slipper, not the peaceful and the studious; |
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| Not the riches safe and palling, not for us the tame enjoyment, Pioneers! O pioneers! |
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Do the feasters gluttonous feast? |
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| Do the corpulent sleepers sleep? have they lock’d and bolted doors? |
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| Still be ours the diet hard, and the blanket on the ground, Pioneers! O pioneers! |
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Has the night descended? |
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| Was the road of late so toilsome? did we stop discouraged, nodding on our way? |
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| Yet a passing hour I yield you, in your tracks to pause oblivious, Pioneers! O pioneers! |
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Till with sound of trumpet, |
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| Far, far off the day-break call—hark! how loud and clear I hear it wind; |
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| Swift! to the head of the army!—swift! spring to your places, Pioneers! O pioneers. |