Day-break in the woods, stripes of snow on the limbs of trees, the occasional snapping,
The glad clear sound of one's own voice, the merry song, the natural life of the woods, the strong day's work,
The blazing fire at night, the sweet taste of supper, the talk, the bed of hemlock boughs, and the bear-skin.
(Song of the Broad-Axe.)
or a scion of the "youthful sinewy races," whom he had chanted in Pioneers:
Come, my tan-faced children,
Follow well in order, get your weapons ready;
Have you your pistols? have you your sharpedged axes?
Pioneers! O pioneers!...
All the past we leave behind!
We debouch upon a newer, mightier world, varied world;
Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labour and the march,
Pioneers! O pioneers!
Here at last was the true Walt Whitman, superabundant in splendid vitality and conscious of mental and physical power through every fibre of his being.
THE PIONEERS.
All the past we leave behind!
We debouch upon a newer, mightier world,....
Down the edges, through the passes, up the mountains steep....
Pioneers! O Pioneers!
(Pioneers.)