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1. Frontispiece.

Follow after—we are waiting by the trails that we lost,
For the sounds of many footsteps, for the tread of a host.

2.

Fair is our lot—goodly is our heritage!
(Humble ye, my people, and be fearful in your mirth!
For the Lord our God Most High
He hath made the deep as dry,
He hath smote for us a pathway to the ends of all the Earth!

3.

Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees;
Our loins are battered 'neath us by the swinging, smoking seas.

4.

Through the endless summer evenings, on the lineless, level floors.

5.

Come up, come in from Eastward, from the guardports of the Morn!
Beat up, beat in from Southerly, gipsies of the Horn,
Swift shuttles of an Empire's loom that weave us, main to main,
The Coastwise Lights of England give you welcome back again!

6.

Came the Whisper, came the Vision, came the Power with the Need,
Till the Soul that is not man's soul was lent us to lead.