“Of how many cities brought to light,   How many cities are there left to find?   And who could search them all?   There hide two for every one,   I was daunted by the sum.      Of all the ascents that I contrive   All of the summits seemed at first so high   For every mile there   I saw two that lay ahead      ‘till a great light   burned a new sight   of what years hold   Days could not know.      Of everything with the morning, and   Everything in time.   Oh, Everything is smaller   When you see it from on high   From the earth to the ocean   I see another state of mind   Oh, everything with the morning, son   Will put all your fears to flight      What the years hold   Days cannot know.”