Sail nor keel, nor helm nor oar, Thine expanse from shore to shore. By a single glance of thought Thy whole realm's before me brought, Like the universe, from nought. All thine aspects now I view, Ever old, yet ever new; Time nor tide thy power subdue. All thy voices now I hear; Sounds of gladness, grandeur, fear, Meet and mingle in mine ear. All thy wonders are revealed, But thy depths I search not now, Nor thy liquid surface plough With a billow-breaking prow. Eager fancy, unconfined, Here a breeze, I skim thy plain; There a tempest, pour amain Thunder, lightning, hail, and rain. Where the surges never roll See o'er Greenland, cold and wild, Rocks of ice eternal piled; Yet the mother loves her child, And the wildernesses drear Next on lonely Labrador, Let me hear the snow-storms roar, Blinding, burying all before. Yet even here, in glens and coves, Feasts and fights, and laughs and loves. But a brighter vision breaks O'er Canadian woods and lakes; Land of exiled liberty, Where our fathers once were free, Pennsylvania, while thy flood Waters fields unbought with blood, The West Indies I behold, No, a curse is on their soil; Bonds and scourges, tears and toil, Horror-struck, I turn away, Hark! eight hundred thousand tongues Startle midnight with strange songs; England ends her negroes' wrongs. Loud the voice of freedom spoke, South America expands And a nobler race arise, Stretch their limbs, unclose their eyes, Claim the earth, and seek the skies. Gliding through Magellan's Straits, The immense Pacific smiles, But the powers of darkness yield, Rays from rock to rock it darts, North and west, receding far Pale Siberia's deserts shun, From Kamschatka's storm-cliffs run, Jealous China, dire Japan, With bewildered eyes I scan, They are but dead seas of man, Ages in succession find Forms that change not, stagnant mind, Lo! the Eastern Cyclades, But I tarry not with these. Pass we drear New Holland's shoals, Bring them forth; 't is Heaven's decree. Man, assert thy liberty; Let not brutes look down on thee. Either India next is seen, With the Ganges stretched between; War, disguised as commerce, came; |