Song of the Open Road

Camerado, I give you my hand!
I give you my love more precious than money,
I give you myself before preaching or law;
Will you give me yourself,
Will you come travel with me?
Shall we stick by each other
as long as we live?

Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons.
It is to grow in the open air
and to eat and sleep with the earth.


Walt Whitman
Song of the Open Road