Hook us with steel and harness us with bands!
“Make us the Genius of the crookèd plow;
The Spirit in the whisper of the wheels;
The unseen Presence sitting at the prow,
To urge the wanderings huge, sea-cleaving keels.
“They come from ocean and the sun’s blue tent;
He lays bright harness on them, and his word;
New pulse from continent to continent
Runs; the dead places of the world are stirred.
“Bearing the sceptres of the mystery,