And finally the lookout way up on the dizzy mast see a light way off on the horizon, and then the night came down dark, and when the sun wuz riz up--lo! right before 'em lay the shores of the New World. And the Man's and the Woman's belief wuz proved true--and the gainsayin' World wuz proved wrong. Success had come to 'em. And after the doubt, and the danger, and the despair, and the discouragement had all been endured--after the ideal had been made real, why then it wuz considered quite easy to discover a New World. It wuzn't considered very hard. Why, all you had to do wuz to sail on till you come to it. After a thing is done it is easy enough. Nowadays we are sot down before as great conundrums as Columbus wuz. The Old World groans under old abuses, and wrongs, and injustices. The old paths are dusty and worn with the feet of them who have marked its rocks and chokin' sands with their bleedin' feet, as they toiled on over 'em bearin' their crosses. Dark clouds hang heavy over their paths--the atmosphere is chokin' and stiflin'. Fur off, fresh and fair, lays the New Land of our ideal. The realm of peace, and justice to all, of temperance, and sanity, and love and joy. Fur off, fur off, we hear the melodious swash of its waves on its green banks--we see fur off the gleam of its white, glory-lit mountain-tops. Men have gin their strength and their lives for this ideal, this vision of glory and freedom. Wimmen have took their jewels from their bosom, and gin 'em to this cause of Human Right. Gin 'em with breakin' hearts, and white lips that tried to smile, as the last kiss of lover and son, husband and brother, rested on 'em. Yes, men and wimmen both have seen that Ideal Land, that New Land of Liberty and Love. They have apprehended it with finer senses than comprehension--have seen it with the clearer light of the soul's eyes. Some green boughs from its high palms have been washed out on the swellin' waves that lay between us and that Land, and floated to our feet. Sometimes, when the air wuz very still and hushed, and a Presence seemed broodin' on the rapt listnin' earth, we have looked fur, fur up into the clear depths of blue above us, and we have ketched the distant glimpse of birds of strange plumage onknown to this Old World. Fur off, fur off their silvery wings have floated, a-comin' from the West, from the land that lays beyend the sunset's golden glory. Some of the light of that New Country has shone on us in inspired eyes, some of its strange language has been hearn by us from inspired lips. But oh! the wide, pathless sea that lays between us and that land of full Fruition and Glory and Freedom.