O the Fierce Delight

O the fierce delight, the passion
That comes from the wild,
Where the rains and the snows go over,
And man is a child.

Go, set your face to the open,
And lay your breast to the blast,
When the pines are rocking and groaning,
And the rent clouds tumble past.

Go swim the streams of the mountains,
Where the gray-white waters are mad,
Go set your foot on the summit,
And shout and be glad!