Poems of Madison Cawein Vol. 3 — Adventurers

Seemingly over the hilltops, Possibly under the hills, A tireless wing that never drops, And a song that never stills.

Epics heard on the stars’ lips?

Lyrics read in the dew?

-- To sing the song at our finger-tips, And live the world anew!

Cavaliers of the Cortés kind, Bold and free and strong,-- And, oh, for a fine and muscular mind To sing a New-World’s song!

Sailing seas of the silver morn, Blown of its balm and spice, To put the Old-World art to scorn At the price of any price!

Danger, death, but the hope high!

God’s, though the purpose fail!

-- Into the deeds of a vaster sky Sailing a dauntless sail.

INVOCATION