(Curious in time I stand, noting the efforts of heroes, Is the deferment long? bitter the slander, poverty, death? Lies the seed unreckād for centuries in the ground? lo, to Godās due occasion, Uprising in the night, it sprouts, blooms, And fills the earth with use and beauty.)
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 mindās return, To reasonās early paradise, Back, back to wisdomās birth, to innocent intuitions, Again with fair creation.