I'll never go where hills can't smile
Upon me, day and night,
And guard me, many a weary mile,
And aid me in life's fight.
From those white peaks I'll not stray far,
Where less bright is the day,
Nor see, toward dimmer evening star,
My camp-smoke curl its way.
I never want to seek in vain
That wondrous, high plateau—
That sage-clad, rolling Western plain
Where golden sunsets glow.
I never want to turn unto
Some rain-washed, foggy shore;
Here in this vasty land, and new,
Hunt me forevermore.