Here where the sudden firelight slips

And bannered flame flares and dips

In crimson glory - here where heat

Rolls out against the faces

Circled, young and bright, about,

And the pine trees, ghostly black

Whisper in the night with-out -

Here are friends, and quiet ways,

Memories of golden days,

And the dear companionship

Born of camp-ways and the night

Nursed by trees and camp-fire

Here the curved blue night leans down

Tenderly o'er our forest town....