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Swift circuit-rider of the endless skies, / Thou wanderer of the outer, unknown air, / Amid those dim, uncharted regions there, / Imagination droops -- in deep surprise / Man doth behold thee, and the fearful speed / At which thou spurrest on thy flaming steed.
Born of the dark and ever-deepening Past, / Who nurs'd thee there in yonder viewless space / Afar from earth -- thy all-beholding face / Hath gazed unspeakable, with clear eye cast / Worldward on each magnificent return / As if of human progress thou wouldst learn.