Travel and Horizons

Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the West, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best.

Where lies the land to which yon ship must go? Fresh as a lark mounting at break of day, Festively she puts forth in trim array.

I traveled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee.

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birthplace of valor, the country of worth! Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart’s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart’s in the Highlands wherever I go.

He turn’d him right and round about Upon the Irish shore; And gae his bridle reins a shake, With adieu forevermore, And adieu forevermore!

Seeking with the soul the land of the Greeks.

Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheldt, or wandering Po.

Let observation with extensive view Survey mankind, from China to Peru. 2

If with me you’d fondly stray. Over the hills and far away. 2

Long is the way And hard, that out of hell leads up to light.

At last he rose, and twitch’d his mantle blue: Tomorrow to fresh woods and pastures new.

Religion stands on tiptoe in our land, Ready to pass to the American strand.

O my America! my new-found land.

And now good morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear; For love, all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room, an everywhere. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone, Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown, Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.

That is my home of love: if I have rang’d, Like him that travels, I return again.

For nimble thought can jump both sea and land.

I will to Egypt And though I make this marriage for my peace, I’ the East my pleasure lies.

Life’s uncertain voyage.

Here is my journey’s end, here is my butt, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail.

Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth ’scapes i’ the imminent deadly breach.

Then westward-ho!

My ventures are not in one bottom trusted, Nor to one place.

I’ll put a girdle round about the earth In forty minutes.