Afoot and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path leading wherever I choose. Strong and content, I travel the open road. You road I enter upon and look around! I believe you are not all that is here; I believe that much unseen is also here. I inhale great draughts of space; The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are mine. Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons, It is to grow in the open air, and to eat and sleep with the earth. Whoever you are, come travel with me! Traveling with me, you find what never tires. To know the universe itself as a road —as many roads—vast roads for traveling souls. The Soul travels; The body does not travel as much as the soul; Forever alive, forever forward, The road is before us! It is safe—I have tried it—my own feet have tried it well. Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten, and the book on the shelf unopen'd! Let the money remain unearn'd! I give you my hand! I give you my love, more precious than money, I give you myself, before preaching or law; Will you give me yourself? Will you come travel with me?