text:  Steer on bold Sailor--Wit may mock thy soul that sees the land And hopeless at the helm may drop the weak and weary hand YET EVER--EVER TO THE WEST for there the coast must lie And dim it dawns and glimmering dawns before thy reason's eye; Yea trust the guiding God--and go along the floating grave Though hid till now--yet now behold the New World o'er the wave! With Genius Nature ever stands in solemn union still And ever what the One foretels the Other shall fulfil