From the New York Tribune, May 25, 1913.
(An Oxford don declares that walking is the form of exercise most often associated with high intelligence.)
If I might leave my dull abode And all the strife and cares of town, And, light of heart, essay the road That leads by wood and open down, Then, as I spread those pinions wide That bear me through the realms of song, My soul would surely soar and glide The while my body jogged along. The lofty mind can ne’er abide In hooting car or roaring train; Only the rhythmic swinging stride Can vivify the sluggish brain. Come forth, O muse! and let us fare By vale and hill through scented ways To fill our lungs with scented air And witch the world with wondrous lays! And as I speed on winged feet Thrumming the while my gentle lyre, A glorious band I there shall meet In unconventional attire, Unrazored men with shaggy hair Whose faces show a healthy tan; Not tramps, indeed, as some declare But dons of Oxford to a man!