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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  An American Anthology, 1787–1900.  1900.
565. The Discoverer
By Edmund Clarence Stedman
    I HAVE a little kinsman
Whose earthly summers are but three,
    And yet a voyager is he
    Greater than Drake or Frobisher,
    Than all their peers together!        5
    He is a brave discoverer,
    And, far beyond the tether
    Of them who seek the frozen Pole,
Has sailed where the noiseless surges roll.
    Ay, he has travelled whither        10
    A winged pilot steered his bark
    Through the portals of the dark,
    Past hoary Mimir’s well and tree,
        Across the unknown sea.
    Suddenly, in his fair young hour,        15
    Came one who bore a flower,
    And laid it in his dimpled hand
        With this command:
    “Henceforth thou art a rover!
    Thou must make a voyage far,        20
    Sail beneath the evening star,
    And a wondrous land discover.”
    —With his sweet smile innocent
        Our little kinsman went.
    Since that time no word        25
    From the absent has been heard.
        Who can tell
    How he fares, or answer well
    What the little one has found
    Since he left us, outward bound?        30
    Would that he might return!
    Then should we learn
    From the pricking of his chart
    How the skyey roadways part.
Hush! does not the baby this way bring,        35
    To lay beside this severed curl,
        Some starry offering
    Of chrysolite or pearl?
        Ah, no! not so!
    We may follow on his track,        40
        But he comes not back.
        And yet I dare aver
    He is a brave discoverer
    Of climes his elders do not know.
    He has more learning than appears        45
    On the scroll of twice three thousand years,
    More than in the groves is taught,
    Or from furthest Indies brought;
    He knows, perchance, how spirits fare,—
    What shapes the angels wear,        50
    What is their guise and speech
    In those lands beyond our reach,—
        And his eyes behold
Things that shall never, never be to mortal hearers told.


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