The great speech given against the noise of life,

Dogs barking, airplanes in the sky, oil-trucks, noise,

Gets printed the next day, read by the next generation.

What I have come here to tell you is that every man

Is a soul as real as a fenced-in field on a mountain

Where grass grows, and the clouds stand high over him.

The sun shines on every man, on every man's mountain;

I tell you nothing can darken that sun--" noise,

Train-whistles, traffic crowding at the corner, horns.

I tell you the history of the soul is made for a man

By that sun, every day - "noise, tires on the wet street,

The loud voice a hundred times amplified, the loud

Mechanical voice carried slowly through every street.

This soul, this man, this green and growing field,

Quietly in his seasons knows his God; and nothing

Shall trespass on this acre, none shall lay waste

This mountain pasture." Trolley-cars. Radio. Noise.

What is he saying now?" "Something about mountains."

Who did they say he is?" "Some speaker. I don't know."

Ash-barrels, fire-engines, noise, radio, noise.

And the soul of modern man is a commonwealth

By this man governable, by this man - noise -

I ask you to climb up the mountain where the grass

Is every man's - noise - sun is every man's, where

History is ready for a new chapter, where - noise -

The telephone, carpenters, radio, what did he say

I couldn't hear let's get out of this place forget it.