O I am sure they really came from Thee, The urge, the ardor, the unconquerable will, The potent, felt, interior command, stronger than words, A message from the Heavens whispering to me even in sleep, These sped me on.

By me and these the work so far accomplish’d, By me earth’s elder cloy’d and stifled lands uncloy’d, unloos’d, By me the hemispheres rounded and tied, the unknown to the known.

The end I know not, it is all in Thee, Or small or great I know not⁠—haply what broad fields, what lands, Haply the brutish measureless human undergrowth I know, Transplanted there may rise to stature, knowledge worthy Thee, Haply the swords I know may there indeed be turn’d to reaping-tools, Haply the lifeless cross I know, Europe’s dead cross, may bud and blossom there.