My eyes are filled with wonder born anew!
  Again I see The Mountain, proud and high;
My spirit scales once more the height it knew,
  An bows again in reverence 'neath the sky.

If home is where the heart is, as they say-
  My home is here - below that snowy crest.
My hear rejoices in the wild bird's way;
  I sing aloud, and know that I am blessed.

I make no catalog of beauties i have seen;
  It is enough to see. On every hill
Tall firs lift up their spires of silvery green,
  And flowers flame beside each singing rill.

A thrill is in my heart at break of dawn -
  I feel the pulse of earth beneath my feet -
The petty cares of living are all gone -
  And God is good - and Life is very sweet!