In the wearying din and discord with which every day is rife,
While the full, free life within me yearns to greet its kindred life?
O, those boundless breadths of forest unrestrained to wander through,
Where the lofty pine mounts upward to the firmament of blue,
Where the swarth and stalwart savage paddles in his birch canoe.
O, to hear my ringing shout of exultation echo clear
In the woodland, by the moose-tramp and the covert of the deer,
Or where stalk the stately bison who have never known to fear,
On the broad and blooming pampas, with their fat and teeming soil
Never marred by human culture, never by unwilling toil,