Passage indeed O soul to primal thought,
- Not lands and seas alone, thy own clear freshness,
- The young maturity of brood and bloom,
- To realms of budding bibles.
O soul, repressless, I with thee and thou with me,
- Thy circumnavigation of the world begin,
- Of man, the voyage of his mind’s return,
- To reason’s early paradise,
- Back, back to wisdom’s birth, to innocent intuitions,
- Again with fair creation.