Man, who has bound the waters, enslaved the wind,
Tamed the desolate places, set his span
O'er the abyss, unconquered and unconfined,
Spending his strength in toil for the glory of man:
The climber setting his foot on the perilous slope,
The hunter driving the wild thing from its lair,
The traveller steering his course by the star of his hope,
Never too faint to believe, too weak to dare:
The fisherman facing the storm while landsmen sleep,
The swimmer—poised for an instant against the sky,