Some of the light of that New Country has shone on us in inspired eyes,
some of its strange language has been hearn by us from inspired lips.

But oh! the wide, pathless sea that lays between us and that land of
full Fruition and Glory and Freedom.

Shall we set down on the shores of our Old World, and give up the hope
and glory of the New? Shall we listen to the jeers and sneers of them
that tell us that there hain't any such country as that we look
for--that it is impossible, that it is aginst all the laws of
Nater--that it don't exist, and never can, only in our crazed brains?

No, we will man the boat, though the waves dash high, and the skies are
dark--we will man and woman the life-boat--side by side will the two
great forces stand, the Motherhood and the Fatherhood, Love and Justice,
the hope and strength of Humanity shall stand at the hellum. The wind is
a-comin' up; it is only a light breeze now, but it shall rise to a
strong power that shall waft us on to the New Land of Justice and Purity
and Liberty--for all that our souls long for.

But we have got to shet our eyes to the outward world that presses round
us closter than the streets of Genoa did round Columbus. We have got to
see things invisible, trust in things to come--sail onwards through the
doubts, and the darkness, and the dangers round us, not heeding the
jeers and sneers of a gainsayin' world.

Will we be discouraged and drove back by the powers of darkness? by the
things seen and the things onseen?