Allons! the inducements shall be greater,
 We will sail pathless and wild seas,
 We will go where winds blow, waves dash,
   and the Yankee clipper speeds by under
   full sail. 

Allons! with power, liberty, the earth, the
   elements,
 Health, defiance, gayety, self-esteem,
   curiosity;
 Allons! from all formules!
 From your formules, O bat-eyed and
   materialistic priests.

The stale cadaver blocks up the passage--
   the burial waits no longer.

Allons! yet take warning!
 He traveling with me needs the best blood,
   thews, endurance,
 None may come to the trial till he or she
   bring courage and health,
 Come not here if you have already spent the
   best of yourself,
 Only those may come who come in sweet
   and determin'd bodies,
 No diseas'd person, no rum-drinker or 
   venereal taint is permitted here.

(I and mine do not convince by arguments,
    similes, rhymes,
 We convince by our presence.)