Thee in thy future,
Thee in thy only permanent life, career, thy own unloosen’d
mind,
thy soaring spirit,
Thee as another equally needed sun, radiant, ablaze,
swift-moving,
fructifying all,
Thee risen in potent cheerfulness and joy, in endless
great hilarity,
Scattering for good the cloud that hung so long, that
weigh’d so
long upon the mind of man,
The doubt, suspicion, dread, of gradual, certain decadence
of man;
Thee in thy larger, saner brood of female, male—thee
in thy
athletes, moral, spiritual,
South, North, West, East,
(To thy immortal breasts, Mother of All, thy every
daughter, son,
endear’d alike, forever
equal,)
Thee in thy own musicians, singers, artists, unborn
yet, but certain,
Thee in thy moral wealth and civilization, (until
which thy proudest
material civilization must
remain in vain,)
Thee in thy all-supplying, all-enclosing worship—thee
in no single
bible, saviour, merely,
Thy saviours countless, latent within thyself, thy
bibles incessant
within thyself, equal to any,
divine as any,
(Thy soaring course thee formulating, not in thy two
great wars, nor
in thy century’s visible
growth,
But far more in these leaves and chants, thy chants,
great Mother!)
Thee in an education grown of thee, in teachers, studies,
students,
born of thee,
Thee in thy democratic fetes en-masse, thy high original
festivals,
operas, lecturers, preachers,
Thee in thy ultimate, (the preparations only now completed,
the
edifice on sure foundations
tied,)
Thee in thy pinnacles, intellect, thought, thy topmost
rational
joys, thy love and godlike
aspiration,
In thy resplendent coming literati, thy full-lung’d
orators, thy
sacerdotal bards, kosmic savans,
These! these in thee, (certain to come,) to-day I
prophesy.
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Land tolerating all, accepting all, not for the good
alone, all good
for thee,
Land in the realms of God to be a realm unto thyself,
Under the rule of God to be a rule unto thyself.
(Lo, where arise three peerless stars,
To be thy natal stars my country, Ensemble, Evolution,
Freedom,
Set in the sky of Law.)
Land of unprecedented faith, God’s faith,
Thy soil, thy very subsoil, all upheav’d,
The general inner earth so long so sedulously draped
over, now hence
for what it is boldly laid
bare,
Open’d by thee to heaven’s light for benefit
or bale.
Not for success alone,
Not to fair-sail unintermitted always,
The storm shall dash thy face, the murk of war and
worse than war
shall cover thee all over,
(Wert capable of war, its tug and trials? be capable
of peace, its trials,
For the tug and mortal strain of nations come at last
in prosperous
peace, not war;)
In many a smiling mask death shall approach beguiling
thee, thou in
disease shalt swelter,


