Where the surges never roll
Round the undiscovered pole.
Thence set out, my venturous soul!
See o'er Greenland, cold and wild.
Rocks of ice eternal piled;
Yet the mother loves her child.
And the wildernesses drear
To the native's heart are dear;
All love's charities dwell here.
To read the full text of James Montgomery's poem, click here: Voyage Round the World.