National Geographic : 1896 Jan
SCOPE AND VALUE OF ARCTIC EXPLORATIONS 39 Close communion in spirit and thought with their recorded labors for many years has made for me many friends among the great Arctic dead, and so particularly segregates in my mind, from this alphabetical list, the twin Arctic compeers, Franklin and Parry, as facile princeps in this great company. But the history of these men is inextricably interwoven with the wonderful development of the British Empire, and their deeds forever abide to the glory of the English-speaking race. And of the Arctic dead of Europe, Asia, and America, from the earliest Othere of Norway and the Zeni of Italy to the latest fallen in Sweden, Nordenskiold the younger, promising son of his distinguished father, there may well be quoted the words of an American soldier: On Fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread, And Glory guards with solemn round The bivouac of the dead. Storm-stayed and ice-beset no longer, their dust awaits the change and fate ordained by God's eternal laws. The end they sought, the work they wrought, the courage and devotion they showed should stand as ideals and patterns for the men of the future in the accomplishment of the great Arctic work which it shall be their good fortune to undertake. But now we look again to England to retake its former place in Arctic research. Shall we look in vain? I believe not. Let her remember that the beginning of the end will have come for the ever extending and ever developing British power when this insular people would ever consent, for any sum in pounds and pence, that the Arctic relics of Greenwich should be scattered, or that there should ever be removed from West minster Abbey, rich with its clustering memories and gathered treasures of a thousand years, the tribute of genius to heroism, of England's poet laureate to its Arctic dead. Well has it been for Britain that hundreds of its youth have imbibed together learning and patriotism, love of the beautiful and admiration for glory, while translating into classic verse these immortal words: Not here. The white north has thy bones, and thou, Heroic sailor soul, Art passing on thine happier voyage now Towards no earthly pole.
1895 Oct 31