.<\/p>\n
There’s sunshine in the heart of me,
\nMy blood sings in the breeze;
\nThe mountains are a part of me,
\nI’m fellow to the trees.
\nMy golden youth I’m squandering,
\nSun-libertine am I;
\nA-wandering, a-wandering,
\nUntil the day I die. <\/p>\n
I was once, I declare, a Stone-Age man,
\nAnd I roomed in the cool of a cave; I
\n have known, I will swear, in a new life-span,
\nThe fret and the sweat of a slave:
\nFor far over all that folks hold worth,
\nThere lives and there leaps in me
\nA love of the lowly things of earth,
\nAnd a passion to be free. <\/p>\n
To pitch my tent with no prosy plan,
\nTo range and to change at will;
\nTo mock at the mastership of man, T
\no seek Adventure’s thrill.
\nCarefree to be, as a bird that sings;
\nTo go my own sweet way;
\nTo reck not at all what may befall,
\nBut to live and to love each day. <\/p>\n
To make my body a temple pure
\nWherein I dwell serene;
\nTo care for the things that shall endure,
\nThe simple, sweet and clean.
\nTo oust out envy and hate and rage,
\nTo breathe with no alarm;
\nFor Nature shall be my anchorage,
\nAnd none shall do me harm. <\/p>\n
To shun all lures that debauch the soul,
\nThe orgied rites of the rich;
\nTo eat my crust as a rover must
\nWith the rough-neck down in the ditch.
\nTo trudge by his side whate’er betide;
\nTo share his fire at night;
\nTo call him friend to the long trail-end,
\nAnd to read his heart aright. <\/p>\n
To scorn all strife, and to view all life
\nWith the curious eyes of a child;
\nFrom the plangent sea to the prairie,
\nFrom the slum to the heart of the Wild.
\nFrom the red-rimmed star to the speck of sand,
\nFrom the vast to the greatly small;
\nFor I know that the whole for good is planned,
\nAnd I want to see it all. <\/p>\n
To see it all, the wide world-way,
\nFrom the fig-leaf belt to the Pole;
\nWith never a one to say me nay,
\nAnd none to cramp my soul.
\nIn belly-pinch I will pay the price,
\nBut God! let me be free;
\nFor once I know in the long ago,
\nThey made a slave of me. <\/p>\n
In a flannel shirt from earth’s clean dirt,
\nHere, pal, is my calloused hand!
\nOh, I love each day as a rover may,
\nNor seek to understand.
\nTo ENJOY is good enough for me;
\nThe gipsy of God am I;
\nThen here’s a hail to each flaring dawn!
\nAnd here’s a cheer to the night that’s gone!
\nAnd may I go a-roaming on
\nUntil the day I die! <\/p>\n
Then every star shall sing to me
\nIts song of liberty;
\nAnd every morn shall bring to me
\nIts mandate to be free.
\nIn every throbbing vein of me
\nI’ll feel the vast Earth-call;
\nO body, heart and brain of me
\nPraise Him who made it all!<\/p>\n
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