COMING down the mountain road 
 Light of heart and all alone, 
I caught from every rill that flowed 
 A rapture of its own. 
 
Heart and mind sang on together, 
 Rhymes began to meet and run 
In the windy mountain weather 
 And the winter sun. 
 
Clad in freshest light and sweet 
 Far and far the city lay 
With her suburbs at her feet 
 Round the laughing bay. 
 
Like an eagle lifted high 
 Half the radiant world I scanned, 
Till the deep unclouded sky 
 Circled sea and land. 
 
No more was thought a weary load, 
 Older comforts stirred within, 
Coming down the mountain road 
 The earth and I were kin.