There'S Sunshine In The Heart Of Me, My Blood Sings In The Breeze; The Mountains Are A Part Of Me, I'm Fellow To The Trees. My Golden Youth I'm Squandering, Sun-Libertine Am I; A-Wandering, A-Wandering, Until The Day I Die. I Was Once, I Declare, A Stone-Age Man, And I Roomed In The Cool Of A Cave; I Have Known, I Will Swear, In A New Life-Span, The Fret And The Sweat Of A Slave: For Far Over All That Folks Hold Worth, There Lives And There Leaps In Me A Love Of The Lowly Things Of Earth, And A Passion To Be Free. To Pitch My Tent With No Prosy Plan, To Range And To Change At Will; To Mock At The Mastership Of Man, To Seek Adventure'S Thrill. Carefree To Be, As A Bird That Sings; To Go My Own Sweet Way; To Reck Not At All What May Befall, But To Live And To Love Each Day. To Make My Body A Temple Pure Wherein I Dwell Serene; To Care For The Things That Shall Endure, The Simple, Sweet And Clean. To Oust Out Envy And Hate And Rage, To Breathe With No Alarm; For Nature Shall Be My Anchorage, And None Shall Do Me Harm. To Shun All Lures That Debauch The Soul, The Orgied Rites Of The Rich; To Eat My Crust As A Rover Must With The Rough-Neck Down In The Ditch. To Trudge By His Side Whate'Er Betide; To Share His Fire At Night; To Call Him Friend To The Long Trail-End, And To Read His Heart Aright. To Scorn All Strife, And To View All Life With The Curious Eyes Of A Child; From The Plangent Sea To The Prairie, From The Slum To The Heart Of The Wild. From The Red-Rimmed Star To The Speck Of Sand, From The Vast To The Greatly Small; For I Know That The Whole For Good Is Planned, And I Want To See It All. To See It All, The Wide World-Way, From The Fig-Leaf Belt To The Pole; With Never A One To Say Me Nay, And None To Cramp My Soul. In Belly-Pinch I Will Pay The Price, But God! Let Me Be Free; For Once I Know In The Long Ago, They Made A Slave Of Me. In A Flannel Shirt From Earth'S Clean Dirt, Here, Pal, Is My Calloused Hand! Oh, I Love Each Day As A Rover May, Nor Seek To Understand. To Enjoy Is Good Enough For Me; The Gipsy Of God Am I; Then Here'S A Hail To Each Flaring Dawn! And Here'S A Cheer To The Night That's Gone! And May I Go A-Roaming On Until The Day I Die! Then Every Star Shall Sing To Me Its Song Of Liberty; And Every Morn Shall Bring To Me Its Mandate To Be Free. In Every Throbbing Vein Of Me I'll Feel The Vast Earth-Call; O Body, Heart And Brain Of Me Praise Him Who Made It All!