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It measures the boundless distance, / Led by wild ways that run / Hither and thither in chase of the Winds / That worship the Northern Sun: / The Trail! which, never ending, was never yet begun.
In the dip of the far horizon / Trembles the Morning Star; / To the heights of the fathomless ether / Nor lock, nor bolt, nor bar; / The Trail! God's finger beckoning to the new Home afar.