The New Yorker - Washington as a Surveyor lyrics

Lord, I discovered when I discovered love That day a continent within the mind, Unstable on the sea, boundaries unlined Which now I slowly take the measure of. The coast's determined, the mountains do not move; Natural harbors and clear springs I find, Shade trees and fruit trees, everything of its kind-- Even for an empire more resources than enough. My favorite flowers, besides, some of each, Yes, and wild animals who stand and stare; Rivers that run beyond my present reach The other way, and clouds that glitter in the air. Love's flag quickly I planted on the beach While I explored, but the one I love is not there.