Our keel plowed bitter salt, and everywhere
The ominous sky in sullen mystery wrapped,
What side we looked on, either here or there,
The welcome sight of land long sadly sought;
And that Atlantis, hid within the sea,
The land with all our hope and promise fraught,
We saw not yet, nor wist where it might be.
“But as we sailed as manful as we might,
And counted not the sail more fit than oar,
Lo! o’er the wave there burst a vision bright