The mountains are calling and I must go.
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.
Men use care in purchasing a horse, and are neglectful in choosing friends.
Who wouldn't be a mountaineer! Up here all the world's prizes seem nothing
Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.
Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.