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.
— Robert W. Service, 1874–1958
The Spell of the Yukon, and Other Verses (1911) (Excerpt)
I first saw this as art of an advert. A poor advert, perhaps, as I can recall the poem though not the product. Only years later in the internet age did I find that this is a small excerpt of a much longer piece. For me, it is still the best part.