TO all that love the far and blue:
Whether, from dawn to eve, on foot The fleeing corners ye pursue, Nor weary of the vain pursuit;Or whether down the singing stream, Paddle in hand, jocund ye shoot, To splash beside the splashing bream Or anchor by the willow root:
Or, bolder, from the narrow shore Put forth, that cedar ark to steer, Among the seabirds and the roar Of the great sea, profound and clear;Or, lastly if in heart ye roam, Not caring to do else, and hear, Safe sitting by the fire at home, Footfalls in Utah or Pamere:
Though long the way, though hard to bear The sun and rain, the dust and dew;Though still attainment and despair Inter the old, despoil the new;There shall at length, be sure, O friends, Howe'er ye steer, whate'er ye do -At length, and at the end of ends, The golden city come in view.
