For good or ill, I master thy desire,
O age and country, making thy life mine;
I fell the forest and I lay the line;
I guide the cranes that swing the steel from fire
And flaring blast; I ride the inland flyer
Through the sown fields; in earth's vast rain and shine
I coast the sea with many a bold design,
And visit cities, climbing tower and spire,

And look abroad and say: " How strong ye are!
How ominous and wide! What new-born will
Is housed among ye, cities near and far
By cape and river and the changeless hill!
How large your dreams, when 'neath the polar star,
The winter night lies round ye, cold and still. "