A rover devout, I'll ramble about
And prospect wherever I choose;
O'er hills of success, in failure's recess,
I've nothing but time to lose.
The paths are dim, the slopes are steep,
But the treasure of life is there;
And on I'm summoned by the lure
To see how much--and where.
For numberless days I'll journey the ways
That are follow'd by only a few.
I'll travel the trails where knowledge prevails,
And nuggets I'll find e'er I'm through.
And when I find a paying ledge
On some creek's winding trend,
I'll pitch my tent and stake my claim
And dig it to the end.