The place we're told and tell our soul is home,
That shelter fast against ancestr'l rock,
Old paths well set within our pond'ring stone,
"Beyond, beyond!" we are compelled to walk.
The bound'ry myths forfeit all trespass us,
"N'er wit has man return'd with, nor hope,"
Inhuman notions darkly poison us,
Man fears the new, the strange, beyond all scope.
The rim of worldly light halts at this line:
Dragons, demons, eternal life and God,
Of such divine our ancients sang in rhyme,
The darkness ends us as we sneak abroad.
If through this night our only sun ascends,
Our map of boundaries we must needs amend.
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