While eager sailors lure the breezes blowing,
And over all the gleaming topsail strains.325
The guiltless golden age our fathers saw,
When youth and age the same horizon bounded;
No greed of gain their simple hearts confounded;
Their native wealth enough, 'twas all they knew.330
But lo, the severed worlds have been brought near
And linked in one by Argo's hand uniting;
While seas endure the oar's unwonted smiting,335
And add their fury to the primal fear.