Columbus
Still steer on, brave heart! Though witlings laugh at thy emprise,
And though the helmsmen drop, weary and nerveless, their hands.
Westward and westward still! There land must emerge from the ocean;
There it lies in its light, clear to the eye of thy mind.
Trust in the power that guides: press on o’er the convex of ocean:
What thou seek’st, were it not, yet it should rise from the waves.
Nature with Genius holds a pact that is fixt and eternal—
All which is promised by this, that never fails to perform.