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Geary:

The poem you are looking for is called, "The Cremation of Sam McGee."
It was written by Robert Service, and can be found, among other
places, in "Songs of a Sourdough."  It starts with:

	There are strange things done, by the midnight sun,
	By the men who moil for gold.
	The arctic trails have their secret tales
	That would make your blood run cold.
	The northern lights have seen queer sights,
	But the strangest they ever did see,
	Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
	I cremated Sam Mcgee.

(No flames on minor misquotations please, grade 7 was a while ago.)