Have you camped upon the foothills, have you galloped o'er the ranges,
Have you roamed the arid sun-lands through and through?
Have you chummed up with the mesa? Do you know its moods and changes?
Then listen to the Wild -- it's calling you.
Have you marked the map's void spaces, mingled with the mongrel races,
Felt the savage strength of brute in every thew?
And though grim as hell the worst is, can you round it off with curses?
Then hearken to the Wild -- it's wanting you.
Have you suffered, starved and triumphed, groveled down, yet grasped at glory,
Grown bigger in the bigness of the whole?...
The simple things, the true things, the silent men who do things
Then listen to the Wild -- it's calling you.
Let us probe the silent places, let us seek what luck betide us; Let us journey to a lonely land I know...
There's a whisper on the night-wind, there's a star agleam to guide us,
There's a whisper on the night-wind, there's a star agleam to guide us,
And the Wild is calling, calling
