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.