⁠Chorus.
Many a wonder lives and moves, but the wonder of all is
⁠man,⁠I. 1
That courseth over the grey ocean, carried of Southern
⁠gale.
Faring amidst high-swelling seas that rudely surge
⁠around.
And Earth, supreme of mighty Cods, eldest, imperishable.
Eternal, he with patient furrow wears and wears away
⁠As year by year the plough-shares turn and
⁠turn,—
Subduing her unwearied strength with children of the
⁠steed.
And wound in woven coils of nets he seizeth for his
⁠prey⁠I. 2
The aëry tribe of birds and wilding armies of the
⁠chase.
And sea-born millions of the deep—man is so crafty-
⁠wise.
And now with engine of his wit he tameth to his will
The mountain-ranging beast whose lair is in the country
⁠wild;
⁠And now his yoke hath passed upon the mane
Of horse with proudly crested neck and tireless mountain
⁠bull.

Wise utterance and wind-swift thought, and city-
⁠moulding mind,⁠II. 1
And shelter from the clear-eyed power of biting frost.
He hath taught him, and to shun the sharp, roof-penetrating
⁠rain,—
Full of resource, without device he meets no coming
⁠time;
⁠From Death alone he shall not find reprieve;
No league may gain him that relief; but even for fell
⁠disease.
That long hath baffled wisest leech, he hath contrived a
⁠cure.