Come , breast the Slope and leave the grassy Vale!
The Joy of Life is on the Upward Trail.

The Hill, so Steep when viewed from far below,
Becomes an Easy Slope as up you go.

No matter how the Hilltop Road may tire,
'Tis better than the Shortcut through the Mire.

F OR Age, the Road that threads the Vale;
But Youth should take the Sky-line Trail.

M EN love the Hills, because, like Men, They rise
Compact of Earth, but reaching toward the Skies.