To the California Sierra Club

Come climb the mountain trails with me,
Where pine-trees plume the sky,
Where snowy peaks salute the sea
When herald winds pass by.
Wah ho! the day is blue,
The night with stars aglow;
And all the dreams come true
Up there—wah ho!

The stream runs dancing on its way,
The meadows flush with flowers.
The gay birds sing a roundelay
Through all the crystal hours.
Wah ho! the sky is blue,
The world is soft as snow;
And all the dreams come true
Up there—wah ho!

Come hit the trail—the cliff-bound vale
Our stately house shall be.
Our feet shall tread beyond the pale
Of dull mortality.
Wah ho! the world is new,
And heaven is all aglow!
And every dream comes true
Up there—wah ho!