From the mountains to the champaign

From the mountains to the champaign,

By the glens and hills along,

Comes a rustling and a tramping,

Comes a motion as of song:

And this undetermined roving

Brings delight and brings good heed;

And thy striving be't with Loving,

And thy living, be't in Deed!

Keep not standing, fixed and rooted,

Briskly venture, briskly roam:

Head and hand where'er thou foot it,

And stout heart, are still at home.

In each land the sun does visit

We are gay, whate'er betide:

To give room for wandering is it

That the world was made so wide.