Ultima Thule: Dedication to G. W. G

 With favoring winds, o'er sunlit seas, 
We sailed for the Hesperides, 
The land where golden apples grow; 
But that, ah! that was long ago.
 
How far, since then, the ocean streams 
Have swept us from that land of dreams, 
That land of fiction and of truth, 
The lost Atlantis of our youth! 
Whither, ah, whither? Are not these 
The tempest-haunted Orcades, 
Where sea-gulls scream, and breakers roar, 
And wreck and sea-weed line the shore? 

Ultima Thule! Utmost Isle! 
Here in thy harbors for a while 
We lower our sails; a while we rest 
From the unending, endless quest.

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