To Youth There Comes A Whisper Out Of The West: "O Loiterer, Hasten Where There Waits For Thee A Life To Build, A Love Therein To Nest, And A Man'S Work, Serving The Age To Be." Peace, Peace Awhile! Before His Tireless Feet Hill Beyond Hill The Road In Sunlight Goes; He Breathes The Breath Of Morning, Clear And Sweet, And His Eyes Love The High Eternal Snows.