By: Ardis E. Parshall - July 26, 2016 The Pioneers By Ellen Jakeman A trackless wilderness, a dreary wasteOf dead gray valleys, and dark arid peaks;A voiceless solitude, whose inland seaMoves to no tides, but level lying, speaksDecay accomplished, passionless despair;Sightless, emotionless, deep silence everywhere. Deep silence; save for howl of famished wolf,That came, red-eyed to slake his burning thirst,Where but a thread of water sil...
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