Table of Contents Instruction Preface Robert William Service Petra Hammer Songs: The Three Voices The Land of Beyond The Men that Don’t Fit In My Piney Wood The Mountain and the Lake Just Think! Heart of the North Yukon Suite German / Deutsch

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Robert William Service was born January 16, 1874 in Preston, Lancashire, England. In 1895 he resigned from the Bank of Glasgow, and sailed to Canada on a tramp steamer to begin a new life. He was employed on a farm near Duncan, British Columbia (B.C.). In 1897 he left Canada and during 1898 he toured the Southwestern United States as a singing troubadour. When he lost his guitar, he returned to work in Canada. He was employed with the Canadian Bank of Commerce in Victoria, B.C., which transferred him to Kamloops, B.C., later to Whitehorse in the Yukon Territory, and then to Dawson in 1908. He traveled eight years in the Yukon and sub-artic. In the spring of 1910 his vagabond urgings awakened, he traveled to Toronto, New York, and South to New Orleans and Havanna. In 1910 he also journeyed to Glasgow to visit his family. In 1912 - 13 he traveled through Europe, journeyed on the Orient Express and settled finally in Paris to study art. He married Germaine Bourgein in 1913. In 1915 he became a Balkan War correspondent for the Toronto Star. He was an ambulance driver with the American Red Cross during World War I. During 1937 and 1938 he toured Russia. For the duration of World War II he returned to Hollywood. He died in 1958 in Lancieux, Brittany, France.

Petra Hammer obtained a B. A. in English and completed both her master and doctorate degrees in Secondary Education for Modern Language Instruction at The University of Alberta, Canada. She studied French at Laval University, Quebec city, music at The University of Waterloo, Ontario, classical guitar with Dr. James Bogle at Texas Tech University, Lubbock, and music theory with Mr. Georg Kröll at the Rheinische Musikschule, Köln.

She taught English and music in junior and senior high schools, courses dealing with language development, cognition, and bilingualism and the role of cognates in the teaching of French at a Canadian university. She led a computer user service center in private enterprise.

She has published a book entitled The Role of Cognates in the Teaching of French, articles in scholarly journals, and presented papers in professional associations.

The Three Voices

The waves have a story to tell me,
As I lie on the lonely beach;
Chanting aloft in the pine-tops,
The wind has a lesson to teach
But the stars sing an anthem of glory
I cannot put into speech.

The waves tell of ocean spaces,
Of hearts that are wild and brave,
Of populous city places,
Of desolate shores they lave,
Of men who sally in quest of gold
To sinK in an ocean grave.

The wind is a mighty roamer;
He bids me keep me free,
Clean from the taint of the gold-lust,
Hardy and pure as he;
Cling with my love to nature,
As a child to the mother-knee.

But the stars throng out in their glory,
And they sing of the God in man;
They sing of the Mighty Master,
Of the loom his fingers span,
Where a star or a soul is a part of the whole,
And weft in the wondrous plan.

Here by the camp-fire's flicker,
Deep in my blanket curled,
I long for the peace of the pine-gloom,
When the scroll of the Lord is unfurled,
And the wind and the wave are silent,
And world is singinq to world.

Poem: Robert Service
Music: Petra Hammer



The Three Voices

The Land of Beyond

Have ever you heard of the Land of Beyond,
That dreams at the gates of the day?
Alluring it lies at the skirts of the skies,
And ever so far away;
Alluring it calls: O ye the yoke galls,
And ye of the trail overfond,
With saddle and pack, by paddle and track,
Let's go to the Land of Beyond!

Have ever you stood where the silences brood,
And vast the horizons begin,
At the dawn of the day to behold far away
The goal you would strive for and win?
Yet ah! in the night when you gain to the height,
With the vast pool of heaven star-spawned,
Afar and agleam, like a valley of dream,
Still mocks you a Land of Beyond!

Thank God! there is always a Land of Beyond
For us who are true to the trail;
A vision to seek, a beckoning peak,
A fairness that never will fail;
A pride in our soul that mocks at a goal,
A manhood that irks at a bond,
And try how we will, unattainable still,
Behold it, our Land of Beyond!

Poem: Robert Service
Music: Petra Hammer



The Land of Beyond

The Men that Don't Fit In

There's a race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain's crest:
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest.

If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they're always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
They say: "Could I find my proper groove,
What a deep mark I would make!"
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
Is only a fresh mistake.

And each forgets, as he strips and runs
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones
Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead,
In the glare of the truth at last.

He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;
He has just done things by half,
Life's been a jolly good joke on him,
And now is the time to laugh.
Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;
He was never meant to win;
He's a rolling stone, and it's bred in the bone;
He's a man who won't fit in.

Poem: Robert Service
Music: Petra Hammer



The Men That Don’t Fit In

My Piney Wood

I have a tiny piney wood;
My trees are only fifty,
Yet give me shade and solitude
For they are thick and thrifty.
And every day to me they fling
With largess undenying,
Fat cones to make my kettle sing
And keep my pan a-frying.

Go buy yourself a piney wood
If you have gold for spending,
Where you can dream in mellow mood
With peace and joy unending;
Where you can cheerful retreat
Beyond all churchly chiding,
And make yourself a temple sweet
Of rapturous abiding.

Oh Silence has a secret voice
That claims the soul for portal,
And those who hear it may rejoice
Since they are more than mortal.
So sitting in my piney wood
When soft the owl is winging,
As still as Druid stone I brood ...
For hark! the stars are singing.

Poem: Robert Service
Music: Petra Hammer



My Piney Wood
Lively

The Mountain and the Lake

I know a mountain thrilling to the stars,
Peerless and pure, and pinnacled with snow;
Glimpsing the golden dawn o'er coral bars,
Flaunting the vanisht sunset's garnet glow;
Proudly patrician, passionless, serene;
Soaring in silvered steeps where cloud-surfs break;
Virgin and vestal -- Oh, a very Queen!
And at her feet there dreams a quiet lake.

My lake adores my mountain -- well I know,
For I have watched it from its dawn-dream start,
Stilling its mirror to her splendid snow,
Framing her image in its trembling heart;
Glassing her graciousness of greening wood,
Kissing her throne, melodiously mad,
Thrilling responsive to her every mood,
Gloomed with her sadness, gay when she is glad.

My lake has dreamed and loved since time was born;
Will love and dream till time shall cease to be;
Gazing to Her in worship half forlorn,
Who looks towards the stars and will not see --
My peerless mountain, splendid in her scorn ....
Alas! poor little lake! Alas! poor me!

Poem: Robert Service
Music: Petra Hammer

The Mountain and the Lake
Stanzas 1 & 2

The Mountain and the Lake
Stanza 3

Just Think!

Just think! some night the stars will gleam
Upon a cold, grey stone,
And trace a name with silver beam,
And lo! 'twill be your own.

That night is speeding on to greet
Your epitaphic rhyme.
Your life is but a little beat
Within the heart of Time.

A little gain, a little pain,
A laugh, lest you may moan;
A little blame, a little fame,
A star-aleam on a stone.

Poem: Robert Service
Music: Petra Hammer

Just Think!

Heart of the North

And when I come to the dim trail-end,
I who have been Life's rover,
This is all I would ask, my friend,
Over and over and over:

A little space on a stony hill
With never another near me,
Sky o' the North that's vast and still,
With a single star to cheer me;

Star that gleams on a moss-grey stone
Graven by those who love me -
There would I lie alone, alone,
With a single pine above me:

Pine that the north wind whinnys through -
Oh, I have been Life's lover!
But there l'd lie and listen to
Eternity passing over.

Poem: Robert Service
Music: Petra Hammer

Heart of the North
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