REVOLT
I will go riding, riding! away from the cities of men!
Into the heart of freedom I will hurl myself with the free!
I will race on the sun-swept mountains, I will dive through the rock-hewn glen,
I will cleave between hills billowing green like the surge of the sea!
(Never shalt thou go riding! but live as man says man must,
Or if thou flee to the open thou shalt find thy spirit to fail,
And shrink as thou treadest the levels where the path has been beaten in dust
From the glory that thrills the heaven-high hills, and the dark of the vale.)