And symbols of the things that are
We falter; blinding vapour grows
About our paths; the pilot-star
Of Faith is folded from our sight;255
Yet, still be ours the purpose pure,
For us to seek the larger Light,
To cope with Darkness and endure.
Arise, and following Her, whose face
Is radiant with the roseate day,260
Explore the trackless realms of Space;