Light of the new world thou hadst won,
O’er flooded by a purer sun—
Slowly Fate’s ship came drifting on,
And through the dark, save thou, not one
Caught of the land a token.
Thou stood’st upon the farthest prow,
Something within thy soul said “Now!”
And leaping forth with eager brow,
Thou fell’st on shore heart-broken.
Long time thy brethren stood in fear;