Dash we all its terrors through!
Circled by these columns hoary,
All the field of fame is ours;
Here to carve a name in story,
Or a tomb beneath these towers.
Southward still our way we trace,
Winding through an icy maze.
Luff her to—there she goes through!
Glory leads, and we pursue.
The notes appended to the poem contain the most interesting account of the expedition that has yet been given to the public.