My shaking hands are still at last;
It’s time - climb on!
All my doubts have dropped into the past 
Forever; my fear’s gone.

There is no reason now to stop.
I’ll hike on, I will glide!
There is not a single mountaintop
I can’t take in my stride!

Of all the winding untrod tracks -
Let one be mine!
Of all the soaring unclimbed peaks -
One will be mine.

The names of those who passed away 
Are hidden in the snow.
Of all the winding untrod ways 
One is mine, I know.

The deep blue glow of icy sheets
Will cloak the mountain side,
And the secret marks of someone’s feet 
The granite will hide.

I see my vision’s destiny;
I know where to go.
I believe in the truth and purity
Of words and snow.

The years may come, the years may go 
But I will recall
My inner doubts died here I know -
Once and for all.

The water whispered to me then: 
"Good luck all your days!"
But what day did this occur, and when? 
Ah yes, Wednesday!