Seemingly Over The Hill-Tops, Possibly Under The Hills, A Tireless Wing That Never Drops, And A Song That Never Stills. Epics Heard On The Stars' Lips? Lyrics Read In The Dew? To Sing The Song At Our Finger-Tips, And Live The World Anew! Cavaliers Of The Cort'S Kind, Bold And Stern And Strong, And, Oh, For A Fine And Muscular Mind To Sing A New-World'S Song! Sailing Seas Of The Silver Morn, Winds Of The Balm And Spice, To Put The Old-World Art To Scorn At The Price Of Any Price! Danger, Death, But The Hope High! God'S, If The Propose Fail! Into The Deeds Of A Vaster Sky Sailing A Dauntless Sail.