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How close the air of valleys, and how close / The teeming little life that harbors there! / For me, I will climb mountains. Up and up, / Higher and higher, till I pant for breath / In that thin clearness. Still? There is no sound / Nor memory of sound upon these heights. / Ah! the great sunlight! The caressing sky, / The beauty, and the stillness, and the peace! / I see my pathway clear for miles below; / See where I fell, and set a friendly sign / To warn some other of the danger there. / The green small world is wide below me spread. / The great small world! Some things look large and fair / Which, in their midst, I could not even see; / And some look small which used to terrify. / Blessed these heights of freedom, wisdom, rest! / I will go higher yet.
A sea of cloud / Rolls soundless waves between me and the world. / This is the zone of everlasting snows, / And the sweet silence of the hills below / Is song and laughter to the silence here. / Great fields, huge peaks, long awful slopes of snow. / Alone, triumphant, man above the world, / I stand among these white eternities.