I who have cast my eye on the world I see what I am See what I take for granted and given I lies and traps dispel I who have cast my eye on the self I see the earth I own what I take for granted and given I lay bare the distant spell Through this wanderer's eye I see the way The song of the summit Calls through autumn's haze I who have journeyed for days on foot I learn what I am Learn what becomes of all my trappings As I wake on misted ground. I the ascender of thousands of feet I survey the land And so I bind my sapling learnings To the great canvas sprawling below