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.