Whither bound? (you will ask). ’Tis a question, my friend,

On which I long doubted; my doubt’s at an end.

To Arabia the Stony, Sabæa the gummy,

To the land where each man that you meet is a mummy;

To the mouths of the Nile, to the banks of Araxes,

To the Red and the Yellow, the White and the Black seas,

With telescopes, globes, and a quadrant and sextant,

And the works of all authors whose writings are extant;

With surveys and plans, topographical maps,

Theodolites, watches, spring-guns and steel-traps,