A Little Pure Wildness Is The One

Men Use Care In Purchasing A Horse, And Are Neglectful In Choosing Friends.

I Ran Home In The Moonlight With Firm Strides; For The Sun-love Made Me Strong.

Nature As A Poet, An Enthusiastic Workingman, Becomes More And More Visible The Farther And Higher We Go; For The Mountains Are Fountains – Beginning Places, However Related To Sources Beyond Mortal Ken.

Another Glorious Day, The Air As Delicious To The Lungs As Nectar To The Tongue.

Who Wouldn't Be A Mountaineer! Up Here All The World's Prizes Seem Nothing