Hath won its upward way afar,
And ranged the shoreless sea of dreams—
Hath touched at many a wheeling star
That shines beyond these solar beams;
And on the trackless deep of thought,
Like Him, who found this Western World,
'Mid doubt and storm my passage wrought,
Till weary fancy's wing was furled—
And, as the sky-bent eagle, borne
Down by the lightning blast of heaven,