The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse
MagellanGeorge Allan Mackenzie (18491936)
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Each day they see the prospect wide
Of yesterday: the same waves leap:
The same pale clouds the distance hide,
Or shaped to mountain-peaks their hopes of land deride.
The rocking vessel, and the main
That is so pitiless and so fair,
Seems like a billowy, boundless plain
Where one might sail, and sail, and ever sail in vain.
And Fever stares from hollow eyes;
And sullen murmurs rise, that speak
Curses on him whose mad emprise
Has lured men from their homes to die ’neath alien skies.
His glance compels the mutineer:
In fainting hearts he pours the balm
Of sympathy and lofty cheer:
‘Courage, a few more leagues will prove the earth a sphere.
We do not vainly toil and roam:
The kiss of wife, the clasp of friend,
The fountains and the vines of home
Wait us beyond the cloud, beyond the edge of foam.