Climb The Mountains And Get Their Good

Every Hidden Cell Is Throbbing With Music And Life, Every Fiber Thrilling Like Harp Strings.

We All Travel The Milky Way Together, Trees And Men; But It Never Occurred To Me Until This Storm-day, While Swinging In The Wind, That Trees Are Travelers In The Ordinary Sense. They Make Many Journeys, Not Extensive Ones, It Is True; But Our Own Little Journeys, Away And Back Again, Are Only Little More Than Tree-wavings - Many Of Them Not So Much.

I Will Follow My Instincts, Be Myself For Good Or Ill, And See What Will Be The Upshot.

Oh, These Vast, Calm, Measureless Mountain Days, Inciting At Once To Work And Rest!

One Can Make A Day Of Any Size