ALL THAT LOVE THE FAR AND BLUE 109
Or, bolder, from the narrow shore
Put forth, that cedar ark to steer, Among the seabirds and the roar
Of the great sea, profound and clear; Or, lastly if in heart ye roam,
Not caring to do else, and hear, Safe sitting by the fire at home,
Footfalls in Utah or Pamere:
Though long the way, though hard to bear
The sun and rain, the dust and dew; Though still attainment and despair
Inter the old, despoil the new; There shall at length, be sure, O friends,
Howe'er ye steer, whate'er ye do—• At length, and at the end of ends.
The golden city come in view.