As, to one who stands a watcher by the solemn-sounding sea,
Rise from the elliptic waters mighty ships continually,
With the race whose type is constant, though its outer-seemings range,
As the civilizations widen, o'er the boundless fields of change:
So, to one who gazes thoughtful, from the lessening shores of time,
O'er Eternity's expanses, silent, limitless, sublime,
Rise the marvelous, mighty ages, rounding up the shadowy spheres,
With the eternal laws of order, and the changes of the years.
Standing where the graceful vessel cleaves the ocean and the sky,
Where the starr'd and mighty centuries sweep with matchless grandeur by,
Let me, while upon my vision coming changes brightly throng,
Sing the age's Jubilate—sing the Worker's Triumph Song.
