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The trails of the world be countless, and most of the trails be tried You tread on the heels of the many, till you come where the ways divideAnd one lies safe in the sunlight, and the other is dreary and wan,But you look aslant at the Lone Trail, and the Lone Trail lures you on.

Robert W. Service

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Robert W. Service
Age: 84 †
Born: 1874
Born: January 16
Died: 1958
Died: September 11
Autobiographer
Novelist
Poet
War Correspondent
Writer
Robert William Service
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