The gull shall whistle in his wake, the blind wave break in fire, <br />He shall fulfill God's utmost will unknowing His desire; <br />And he shall see old planets pass and alien stars arise, <br />And give the gale his seaworn sail in shadow of new skies. <br />Strong lust of gear shall drive him forth and hunger arm his hand <br />To win his food from the desert rude, his foothold from the sand. <br />His neighbors' smoke shall vex his eyes, their voices break his rest, <br />He shall go forth till South is North, sullen and dispossessed. <br />He shall desire loneliness, and his desire shall bring <br />Hard on his heels a thousand wheels, a People, and a King; <br />He shall come back in his own track, and by his scarce cooled camp; <br />There shall he meet the roaring street, the derrick, and the stamp; <br />There he shall blaze a nation's ways with hatchet and with brand, <br />Till on his last-won wilderness an Empire's outposts stand!<br /><br />Rudyard Kipling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-voortrekker/
