C. J. Dennis,
Backblock Ballads and Later Verses
(1918)
“ Oh, there's little room for weaklings where the timber ranges rise. When above the welcome shingles lazy smoke, all curling blue, With the forest hazes mingles, and the long day's toil is through; When across the little clearing children race with greeting cries— No man asks for further cheering where the timber ranges rise? ”
