Thou art my hiding place and my shield: I hope in thy word.
If you’ve recently had the chance for a quick getaway, you know what a blessing it can be to take in a new setting, to get a break from the busyness of the everyday hustle and bustle. Sometimes, the refreshment can last you quite a while; other times it evaporates on the drive home.
1 Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I travel the open road.
2 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.
3 You air that serves me with breath to speak! You objects that call from diffusion my meanings and give them shape! You light that wraps me and all things in delicate equable showers! You paths worn in the irregular hollows by the roadsides! I believe you are latent with unseen existences, you are so dear to me.