Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.
I ran home in the moonlight with firm strides; for the sun-love made me strong.
Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.
At the touch of this divine light, the mountains seemed to kindle to a rapt, religious consciousness, and stood hushed like devout worshippers waiting to be blessed.
Who wouldn't be a mountaineer! Up here all the world's prizes seem nothing
In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.