THE STORY OF COLUMBUS AND THE WORLD’S FAIR. 
Ere we float his white ships down! 
And the lakes, from a mist 
Of amethyst 
Lure the storm-clouds down, and grow ashen and brown. 
And all the four winds wail: 
Our gales shall make him quail; 
By blinding snow, by burning sun, 
His strength shall be undone. 
Then men in league with these— 
Brothers of wind and waste— 
Hew barbs of flint 'and darkly haste 
From sheltering tents and trees; 
And mutter: Away, away, 
Ye children of white-browed day; 
    
       
  
  
  
   
  
   
Nor rest till the wild lords of earth and air 
Bow to his will, his burdens glad to bear. 
   
  
Who dares profane our wild god’s reign 
We torture and trap and slay. 
  
    
  
Child of the light, the shadows fall in vain! 
Herald of God, in vain the powers conspire! 
Dowered with Truth’s holy cross, Faith’s sacred fire, 
Though often vanquished, he shall rise again, 
And angels leave him not through the long strife, 
But sing large annals of their own wide life, 
3 Luring him on to freedom. On that field, 
os From the giants won, shall man be Slave to mane 
Lo! Clan on clan