Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
A brotherhood of venerable trees.
Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.
Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither.
Thou has left behind Powers that will work for thee,-air, earth, and skies! There 's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee; thou hast great allies; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man's unconquerable mind.
Open-mindedness is the harvest of a quiet eye.