I cry to the world

From a windy hill

And the wind bears down my shout.

I cry to the world

And the world looks up

To see what the cry is about.

I cry to the wise for knowledge;

To the rich I cry for gold;

I call to the shining figures

Of the brave, the strong, and the bold.

I ask of the good their virtue,

Of the watcher by night, of the day;

Of the doers of deeds, their secrets,

And the finders of paths, the way.

I cry to the strong for strength,

And this is the challenge I hurl:

You who have, must give of it freely.

I am Youth, and I cry to the world.