Passage O soul to India!
 Eclaircise the myths Asiatic, the primitive
   fables.

Not you alone, proud truths of the
   world,
 Nor you alone, ye facts of modern
   science,
 But myths and fables of eld, Asia's, Africa's
   fables,
 The far-darting beams of the spirit, the
   unloos'd dreams,
 The deep diving bibles and legends,
 The daring plots of the poets, the elder
   religions;
 O you temples fairer than lilies, pour'd over
   by the rising sun!
 O you fables, spurning the known, eluding
   the hold of the known, mounting to 
   heaven!
You lofty and dazzling towers, pinnacled,
   red as roses, burnish'd with gold!
 Towers of fables immortal, fashion'd from
   mortal dreams!
 You too I welcome, and fully, the same as
    the rest!
 You too with joy I sing.

Passage to India!
 Lo, soul! seest thou not God's purpose from
   the first?
 The earth to be spann'd, connected by
   network,
 The races, neighbors, to marry and be given
   in marriage,
 The oceans to be cross'd, the distant
   brought near,
 The lands to be welded together.

A worship new I sing,
 You captains, voyagers, explorers,
   yours,
 You engineers, you architects, machinists,
   yours,
 You, not for trade or transportation only,
 But in God's name, and for thy sake, O
   soul.