All things were pointing to the west;
A weary, long, and lonesome track,
And all led on, but one look'd back.
They climb'd the rock-built breasts of earth,
The Titan-fronted, blowy steeps
That cradled Time.... Where Freedom keeps
Her flag of white blown stars unfurl'd,
They turn'd about, they saw the birth
Of sudden dawn upon the world;
Again they gazed; they saw the face