Seemingly over the hill-tops, <br />Possibly under the hills, <br />A tireless wing that never drops, <br />And a song that never stills. <br /> <br />Epics heard on the stars' lips? <br />Lyrics read in the dew? <br />To sing the song at our finger-tips, <br />And live the world anew! <br /> <br />Cavaliers of the Cortés kind, <br />Bold and stern and strong, <br />And, oh, for a fine and muscular mind <br />To sing a new-world's song! <br /> <br />Sailing seas of the silver morn, <br />Winds of the balm and spice, <br />To put the old-world art to scorn <br />At the price of any price! <br /> <br />Danger, death, but the hope high! <br />God's, if the propose fail! <br />Into the deeds of a vaster sky <br />Sailing a dauntless sail.<br /><br />Madison Julius Cawein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/adventurers-3/
