Columbus

Steer, courageous sailor! Although the wags may mock thee,
And the helmsman ply the wheel with a careless hand,
Ever, ever run west! There must the coast be appearing,
It lies distinct, it lies glimmering before thy ken.
Trust in the pilot God, and follow the silent world-sea!
Were there no land, it should rise from the torrent below.
With Genius stands Nature, in an eternal alliance,
What doth promise the one, surely the other fulfills.