WILD-WOODLAND RAMBLINGS
Down—adown among the green, wild-woodland alleys,
And across the sweet valleys,
Through forests of spruce trees and pine;
With the birds, and the beasts, and the flowers for my allies
I rove—oh I rove, with “The Spirit Divine.”
Down, deep down in the wild rocky canons;
Up, high up on the cool sterile plateau’s above,
Joy, Joy and Hope are still my companions,
For, oh, for, oh, I am charmed and elated wherever I rove.
Down, then—down through the green leafy alleys,
And across the sweet valleys
Deeper, deeper still into forests of aspens and pine;
Thus, thus ’mongst tall, shady groves I am daily making new sallies,
For, oh, for oh, the much-roving spirits of gladness and of song-singing madness are mine.