To draw his breath beneath the clime
Of that Hesperian isle ;

He hath toiled so long, that now,

Hope and fancy 'gin to rust;

His heart is weary of its vow,

And all but learning to distrust.

2.

Oh! but how can faith give in,
How can courage falter,
If he prays at midnight still,

Where the shadows bar out sin,

And guards his soul from thoughts of ill Beneath the moon-lit altar?

Oh! his care is broken,

Holy spells come o'er him ;

In a dream he boweth low,
And quick visions come and go;
On his soothed senses float
Many a sweet and cheerful note,
Greetings from the heirs of Time,
Young heroic voices chime,

Forms of heroes run before him, And thus the words were spoken ; "Throw not the world away,

Boldest man and truest!

Till we and they shall dare assay,
The hope that thou ensuest.

3.

Hold by thy great endeavour,

Fearless now and ever,

Thou Prophet of the Sea!
Lift those gray imprisoned eyes,
To the height of thy emprize;
Gird thy will, and nerve thy hope,
With a faithless age to cope,

Look along the ranks of men,

Count thy foes, and choose thy mates, Reckon all the risk, and then

Go to battle with the fates

God shall be with thee!

Throw not the world away,
Boldest man and truest !

Till we and they shall dare assay,
The hope that thou ensuest.

4.

"Thou hast conquered doubt And poverty and pain

And thy free spirit searcheth out

What may lie beyond the main. Half thy manhood's years are spentWhat are manhood's years to thee? Thou shalt live to thy content In a new world's destiny.

Men of faith and fire

Shall follow on thy track,
Taking that other better land
A free gift from thy kingly hand;
And proudly shall the nations grow
On the shores where thou shalt go,
And proudly shall they all look back
On their common sire.

Throw not the world away,
Boldest man and truest,

Till we and they shall dare assay,
The hope that thou ensuest.”

5.

Thus the descant rose,

Heralding the day,

When the wanderer should disclose
His imperial western way.
Thus he heard—and joy and awe
Smote upon his ancient feeling;
Surer now than ever yet,

To give the winds and waves a law,
That hoarded ages pay their debt,
By help at last of his revealing.
Then the seer in sacred trance,
Gazed upon his visitants,

Saw their white apparel glisten,
Saw their valour-beaming eyes,
Knew their orient beauty brought

Surety to his darling thought,

Knew them for the chaste and wise,

Partners of his enterprise,

Knew them for the heroes, born

To guard his fame from waste and scorn;

So he bent his slumbrous head,

Once again to listen,

And thus the singers said,

"Throw not the world away,

Boldest man and truest,

Till we and they shall dare assay
The hope that thou ensuest.

6.

"Mariner! the winds are up,

Winds of music from the east ;
Ocean crowns his purple cup,

Summoning his lord to feast;
Dewy stars look down to shed
Blessing on thy hallowed sail,
And when thy embassage hath sped,
Mystery shall rend her veil.
Then the old world, like a lover,
Shall be wakened to discover

One that slumbered by his side,
His serene, unconscious bride;*
And that maiden-isle shall leap
From her centuries of sleep,
And for thee, thou water-king,
Both shall gently bend them down
To bind upon thy brows a crown
Meet for their affiancing.

Throw not the world away,

Boldest man and truest,

Till we and they shall, dare assay
The hope that thou ensuest.

7.

But behind that glorious hour,

Stands a troop of sadder days,
"Twere not well for thee to be
Saved from pain or injury;
Other guerdons shalt thou win,
Other thoughts shall hem thee in,

Than a grateful people's glee,

And the jargoning of praise.

* This notion of Europe and America likened to Camaralgaman and Badoura

is owed to an article in some old Edinburgh Review.

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Listen-thus shall run thy story;
"Christoval, the strong and meek,
Christoval 'El Almirante,

Went across the deep to seek
For the lands that balance ours;
Went the treasure-house to scan
Hid so long from eye of man ;
Went to double human powers,
And open up creation's plan ;
So above his race he towers,
With his eyes upon the cross,
Though evil tongue and coward souł
Work him anguish, toil, and loss,
And on earth he earns a dole,

Valueless and scanty."

"Throw not the world away,

Boldest man and truest,

Till we and they shall dare assay,
The hope that thou ensuest.

8.

"Not in life art thou to live, But upon thy funeral pall What repentant men can give, Homage, grief, and love shall fall; And that younger land shall yield All her stores by thee unsealed,

To build and deck thy fame; Many a golden-sanded river, Many a fragrant tangled wood, Many a solemn shade endeared To nations by thy deed upreared, Shall keep thy consecrated name; Many a mountain's thunder-cave,