(A word added yet to my song, far Discoverer, as ne'er before sent back to son of earth—
If still thou hearest, hear me,
Voicing for once as here now—lands, races, arts, bravas to thee,
O'er the long backward path to thee—one vast consensus, north, south, east, west,
Soul plaudits! memory acclamation! reverent echoes!
One manifold, huge memory to thee! oceans and lands!
The modern world to thee and thought of thee!)