ADVENTURERS

Seemingly over the hill-tops,

Possibly under the hills,

A tireless wing that never drops,

And a song that never stills.

Epics heard on the stars’ lips?

Lyrics read in the dew?—

To sing the song at our finger-tips,

And live the world anew!

Cavaliers of the Cortes kind,

Bold and stern and strong,—

And, oh, for a fine and muscular mind

To sing a new-world's song!

Sailing seas of the silver morn,

Winds of the balm and spice,

To put the old-world art to scorn

At the price of any price!

Danger, death, but the hope high!

God's, if the purpose fail!

Into the deeds of a vaster sky

Sailing a dauntless sail.