Bring me men to match my mountains: Bring me men to match my plains: Men with empires in their purpose and new eras in their brains.
For men are prone to go it blind along the calf-paths of the mindTo do what other men have done. They follow in the beaten track, and out and in, and forth and back, and still their devious course pursue, to keep the path that others do.
The woods were made for the hunter of dreams, the brooks for the fishes of song.
The path that leads to a loaf of bread, Winds through the swamps of toil; And the path that leads to a suit of clothes, Goes through a flowerless soil, And the paths that lead to the loaf of bread, And the suit of clothes are hard to tread.