Reckoning ahead O soul, when thou, the time achiev’d,
The seas all cross’d, weather’d the capes, the voyage done,
Surrounded, copest, frontest God, yieldest, the aim attain’d,
As fill’d with friendship, love complete, the Elder Brother found,
The Younger melts in fondness in his arms.

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Passage to more than India! 
Are thy wings plumed indeed for such far flights? 
O soul, voyagest thou indeed on voyages like those? 
Disportest thou on waters such as those? 
Soundest below the Sanscrit and the Vedas? 
Then have thy bent unleash’d.

Passage to you, your shores, ye aged fierce enigmas! 
Passage to you, to mastership of you, ye strangling problems! 
You, strew’d with the wrecks of skeletons, that, living, never reach’d you.

Passage to more than India! 
O secret of the earth and sky! 
Of you O waters of the sea!  O winding creeks and rivers! 
Of you O woods and fields! of you strong mountains of my land! 
Of you O prairies! of you gray rocks! 
O morning red!  O clouds!  O rain and snows! 
O day and night, passage to you!

O sun and moon and all you stars!  Sirius and Jupiter! 
Passage to you!

Passage, immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins! 
Away O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!

Cut the hawsers—­haul out—­shake out every sail! 
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough? 
Have we not grovel’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes? 
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?

Sail forth—­steer for the deep waters only,
Reckless O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me,
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go,
And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.

O my brave soul! 
O farther farther sail! 
O daring joy, but safe! are they not all the seas of God? 
O farther, farther, farther sail!

[Book XXVII]

} Prayer of Columbus

A batter’d, wreck’d old man,
Thrown on this savage shore, far, far from home,
Pent by the sea and dark rebellious brows, twelve dreary months,
Sore, stiff with many toils, sicken’d and nigh to death,
I take my way along the island’s edge,
Venting a heavy heart.

I am too full of woe! 
Haply I may not live another day;
I cannot rest O God, I cannot eat or drink or sleep,
Till I put forth myself, my prayer, once more to Thee,
Breathe, bathe myself once more in Thee, commune with Thee,
Report myself once more to Thee.

Thou knowest my years entire, my life,
My long and crowded life of active work, not adoration merely;
Thou knowest the prayers and vigils of my youth,
Thou knowest my manhood’s solemn and visionary meditations,
Thou knowest how before I commenced I devoted all to come to Thee,
Thou knowest I have in age ratified all those vows and strictly kept them,
Thou knowest I have not once lost nor faith nor ecstasy in Thee,
In shackles, prison’d, in disgrace, repining not,
Accepting all from Thee, as duly come from Thee.