Sail, O thou sailor courageous!

Ne’er mind that the wit will deride thee,

And that thy boatswain will drop

wearied of work at the helm.

Sail, O sail on for the West:

There the land must emerge from the ocean,

As thy prophetical mind

clearly perceiveth e’en now.

Trust to the God who thee leadeth,

and cross the mysterious ocean.

Did not the land there exist,

now it would rise from the deep.

Truly with Genius Nature

has made an eternal alliance,

What is by Genius foretold,

Nature unfailing fulfils.