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.
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