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TO all that love the far and blue: / Whether, from dawn to eve, on foot / The fleeing corners ye pursue, / Nor weary of the vain pursuit; / Or whether down the singing stream, / Paddle in hand, jocund ye shoot, / To splash beside the splashing bream / Or anchor by the willow root:
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.