On, thou mariner bold! though wags look on in derision,
Though the sailor o'ercome drop from the tiller his hand,
On, ever on to the West! for the land is undoubtedly westward,
As thy reason avers and a presentiment tells.
Trust in the guiding of God and the murmuring paths of the ocean,
Were it till now unborn, ocean would come to thine aid.
Genius hand in hand with Nature is ever united,
Genius animates hope, Nature the promise performs.