Our endless pathways to their ends had led;

The bounds of our unbounded we had crossed;

The unknown way was found, but our old world was lost.

We had exchanged our infinite domains,

The undiscovered regions of our quest,

For the round earth wherein no sea remains

Uncharted, and no land is unpossessed;

But still our hearts were filled with the old zest{48}

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To travel and adventure and explore:

The unknown called us, we could find no rest

Till, by those paths which men had trod before,

We found the world they found and bore the loads they bore.

With every soul that on the earth is born

The whole creation is made young again;

And all the paths that pilgrim feet have worn

Are new for those who follow,—every stain

That marred them is washed out by sun and rain,

And verdure fresh makes all their borders sweet.

So on that road of bygone joy and pain,

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