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TO CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS

"A battered, wrecked old man

Thrown on this savage shore far, far from home,

Pent by the sea and dark rebellious brows twelve dreary months

… The end I know not, it is all in Thee,

Or small or great I know not—haply what broad fields, what

lands! …

And these things I see suddenly, what mean they

As if some miracle, some hand divine unsealed my eyes,

Shadowy vast shapes smile through the air and sky,

And on the distant waves sail countless ships,

And anthems in new tongues I hear saluting me."