There's gold, and it's haunting and haunting, it's luring me on as of old!
Yet it isn't the gold that I'm wanting so much as just finding the gold!
It's the great, big, broad land 'way up yonder!
It's the forests where silence has lease!
It's the beauty that fills me with wonder!
It's the stillness that fills me with peace!

Robert W. Service, quoted in The Last Sled by Tuomas Holopainen