SO the long quest is ended, and once more The indefatigable will of man Hath triumphed! Neither flood, nor frost, nor span Of trackless waste, nor silence, nor the roar Of storm availed to turn him from his steadfast plan. Has man, then, dared the utmost that he can, With no worlds left to conquer and explore? Nay, thou must still fare onward, O my soul, Through perilous seas, perchance, or deserts broad, Fare farther than to any earthly pole, Hearing the voice that cries o'er ways untrod: "Endure, endure: thine is the nobler goal, To stand undaunted face to face with God." |