As high as Kompira, that hill
You climbed, with such good heart and will
At Ikao, in the pelting rain:
We spy those Ikao ranges plain
Beyond Koshiû, and near to view
Karuizawa's green tops, too.
What sunny hours, what lightsome times
We had there, in our walks and climbs!
I like the mountains of Japan
Best, at your side, O Yoshi San!
Gotemba to Subashiri
The road was rough, yet fair to see;
Red lilies glittered in the grass,
Green waved the rice, as we did pass
Nearer to this majestic Hill,
Which stately grew, and statelier still
In ever-shifting clouded dress
As we drew close; its loveliness
Most perfect when at sunset-time
The mists rolled from its brow sublime
And showed—o'erhanging the long street
