Christopher Columbus in poetry, history and art . lor. Wit may mock thy soul that sees the land,And hopeless at the helm may droop the weak and weary hand;Yet ever, ever to the West, for there the coast must dim it dawns and glimmering dawns before thy reasons eye;Yea, trust the guiding God, and go along the floating hid till now, yet now behold the New World oer the wave!With Genius, Nature ever stands in solemn union ever what the one foretells the other shall fulfill. . —Friedrich von Schiller. —Translated by E. Bulwer Lytton. Heroic guide! whose wings are nev
Christopher Columbus in poetry, history and art . lor. Wit may mock thy soul that sees the land,And hopeless at the helm may droop the weak and weary hand;Yet ever, ever to the West, for there the coast must dim it dawns and glimmering dawns before thy reasons eye;Yea, trust the guiding God, and go along the floating hid till now, yet now behold the New World oer the wave!With Genius, Nature ever stands in solemn union ever what the one foretells the other shall fulfill. . —Friedrich von Schiller. —Translated by E. Bulwer Lytton. Heroic guide! whose wings are never furled, By thee Spains voyager sought another world; What but poetic impulse could sustain That dauntless pilgrim on the dreary main? Day after day his mariners protest, And gaze with dread along the pathless West; Beyond that realm of waves untracked before, Thy fairy pencil traced the promised shore; Through weary storms and factions fiercer scoffs of ingrates and the chills of age,Thy voice renewed his earnestness of aim, 90. Ooluinl)Us on l)<ck of the Santa ^fa|•ia fiUly The Great Voyage. And whispered pledges of eternal fame;Thy cheering smile atoned for fortunes frown,And made his fetters garlands of renown.—Henry T. Tuckerman. *Westward Columbus steered, while, day by Toscanellis chart he traced the wayAcross the Sea of Darkness, to Cathay. Sure of his goal where others dimly guessed,No doubt disturbed him in his certain questFor the known Orient in the unknown West. If Asia girds the solid globe around, With its vast bulk, somewhere its Eastern boundBeyond the untracked Ocean must be found. His day-dream this, through all the weary strainOf hope deferred and succor sought in vain,The slights of sovereigns and the worlds dis-dain. No day-dream now; Santa Marias keelPloughs the main sea to shores that shall revealNew realms for Christ, Columbus, and Castile. There, at his touch, shall Indias gates unfold. As in the tale that Marco Polo told,
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