Mountain-like he towers, a Matterhorn

Midst many minor peaks;

And like a mountain, mighty, vast and wild;

A finger pointing into boundless space,

A head raised high above the shifting clouds,

A heart that beats in unison with all,

An eye that first beholds the rising sun

And is the last to see her parting glory,

A clarion-call to freedom,

A gesture of revolt,

A world-encircling brotherhood embrace,

An exaltation of the lowly,

A vindication of the truth,

A glorification of the human body,

A declaration of the right of all

To live, to love, to dare and to do,

A hymn to life, a rhapsody of joy!