The Trails End

by Betty Lilly, 1920

I

This is the end of a perfect trip

Down rivers, thru forests wide,

O'er mountain slopes, where glaciers slip

Down the trail of the Great Divide

We've followed the lure of the splashing stream

Where the chataracts roar and foam

To the dark, deep pool of the fisherman's dream

Where the Dolly Vardens roam.

II

As we sit around in the campfire glow

At the end of this perfect trail

We can think of the friends that have made it so

With a joy that will never fail

Far in years to come will our memories turn

To those hills 'neath the sunset sky

And tho far away out (sic) hearts will yearn

For the ring of that last

"Good-bye."

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(1920 Outing - Betty Lilly)

1920 Mountaineers Club Outing (including Lily)