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To G. W. G.
With favoring winds, o'er sunlit seas, / We sailed for the Hesperides, / The land where golden apples grow; / But that, ah! that was long ago.
How far, since then, the ocean streams / Have swept us from that land of dreams, / That land of fiction and of truth, / The lost Atlantis of our youth!
Whither, oh, whither? Are not these / The tempest-haunted Hebrides, / Where sea gulls scream, and breakers roar, / And wreck and sea-weed line the shore?
Ultima Thule! Utmost Isle! / Here in thy harbors for a while / We lower our sails; a while we rest / From the unending, endless quest.