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CANTO I.] His name was added to the glorious roll Of those who search the storm-surrounded Pole. The worst was over, and the rest seemed sure, And why should not his slumber be secure? Alas! his deck was trod by unwilling feet, And wilder hands would hold the vessel's sheet; Young hearts, which languished for some sunny isle, Where summer years and summer women smile; Men without country, who, too long estranged, Had found no native home, or found it changed, And, half uncivilised, preferred the cave Of some soft savage to the uncertain wave— The gushing fruits that nature gave untilled; The wood without a path—but where they willed; The field o'er which promiscuous Plenty poured Her horn; the equal land without a lord; The wish—which ages have not yet subdued In man—to have no master save his mood; The earth, whose mine was on its face, unsold, The glowing sun and produce all its gold; The Freedom which can call each grot a home; The general garden, where all steps may roam, Where Nature owns a nation as her child, Exulting in the enjoyment of the wild;