Louise Lamprey

Summary

Louise Lamprey Days of the Discoverers

The hunt is up, the hunt is up To the gray Atlantic's bound,— The health of the Queen in a golden cup!— The quarry is hunting the hound! Like steel the stars gleam through the night On armored waves beneath,— As England's honor cold and bright We bear her sword in sheath!
When that great Empire dies away And none recall her place, Men shall remember our work to-day And tell of our Captain's grace,— How never a woman or child was the worse Wherever our foe we found, Nor their own priests had cause to curse The quarry that hunted the hound!
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Louise Lamprey Days of the Discoverers

Saavedra spoke little of himself but much of others—Ojeda, Nicuesa, Balboa, Cortes, Alvarado, Pizarro. In his soft slow speech they lived again, while by the stars outside, unknown uncharted realms revealed themselves. This man used words as a master mariner would use compass and astrolabe.
"Those days when we followed Balboa in his quest for the South Sea," he ended, "were worth it all. Gold is nothing if it blinds a man to the heavens. You too, my son, may seek the Golden Fleece in good time. May the high planets fortify you!"
Source: Gutenberg

Louise Lamprey Days of the Discoverers

In the days of jarl and hersir, while yet the world was young, And sagas of gods and heroes the grim-lipped minstrel sung, With the beak of his open galley in the sunset's scarlet flame, Over the wild Atlantic the Norseland Viking came.
Life was a thing to play with,—oh, then the world was wide, With room for man and mammoth, and a goblin life beside. Now we have slain the mammoths, and we have driven the ghosts away, And we read the saga of Vinland in the light of a new-born day.
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