  He who but yesterday would roam Careless as clouds and currents range, In homeless wandering most at home, Inhabiter of change; Who wooed the west to win the east, And named the stars of North and South, And felt the zest of Freedom’s feast Familiar in his mouth; Who found a faith in stranger-speech, And fellowship in foreign hands, And had within his eager reach The relish of all lands— How circumscribed a plot of earth Keeps now his restless footsteps still, Whose wish was wide as ocean’s girth, Whose will the water’s will! |
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