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322 The earth never tires, The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first—
 * Nature is rude and incomprehensible at first;

Be not discouraged—keep on—there are divine
 * things, well enveloped,

I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful
 * than words can tell.

Allons! We must not stop here! However sweet these laid-up stores—however convenient
 * this dwelling, we cannot remain here,

However sheltered this port, and however calm these
 * waters, we must not anchor here,

However welcome the hospitality that surrounds us,
 * we are permitted to receive it but a little while.

Allons! The inducements shall be great to you; We will sail pathless and wild seas, We will go where winds blow, waves dash, and the
 * Yankee clipper speeds by under full sail.

Allons! With power, liberty, the earth, the elements! Health, defiance, gayety, self-esteem, curiosity; Allons! from all formules! From your formules, O bat-eyed and materialistic
 * priests!

The stale cadaver blocks up the passage—the burial
 * waits no longer.

Allons! Yet take warning! He travelling with me needs the best blood, thews,
 * endurance,