The superior marine, free commerce, fisheries, whaling, gold-digging, Wharf-hemm’d cities, railroad and steamboat lines intersecting all points, Factories, mercantile life, labor-saving machinery, the Northeast, Northwest, Southwest, Manhattan firemen, the Yankee swap, southern plantation life, Slavery--the murderous, treacherous conspiracy to raise it upon the ruins of all the rest, On and on to the grapple with it--Assassin! then your life or ours be the stake, and respite no more. 7 (Lo, high toward heaven, this day, Libertad, from the conqueress’ field return’d, I mark the new aureola around your head, No more of soft astral, but dazzling and fierce, With war’s flames and the lambent lightnings playing, And your port immovable where you stand, With still the inextinguishable glance and the clinch’d and lifted fist, And your foot on the neck of the menacing one, the scorner utterly crush’d beneath you, The menacing arrogant one that strode and advanced with his senseless scorn, bearing the murderous knife, The wide-swelling one, the braggart that would yesterday do so much, To-day a carrion dead and damn’d, the despised of all the earth, An offal rank, to the dunghill maggots spurn’d.) 8 Others take finish, but the Republic is ever constructive and ever keeps vista, Others adorn the past, but you O days of the present, I adorn you, O days of the future I believe in you--I isolate myself for your sake, O America because you build for mankind I build for you, O well-beloved stone-cutters, I lead them who plan with decision and science, Lead the present with friendly hand toward the future. (Bravas to all impulses sending sane children to the next age! But damn that which spends itself with no thought of the stain, pains, dismay, feebleness, it is bequeathing.) 9 I listened to the Phantom by Ontario’s shore, I heard the voice arising demanding bards, By them all native and grand, by them alone can these States be fused into the compact organism of a Nation. To hold men together by paper and seal or by compulsion is no account, That only holds men together which aggregates all in a living principle, as the hold of the limbs of the body or the fibres of plants. Of all races and eras these States with veins full of poetical stuff most need poets, and are to have the greatest, and use them the greatest, Their Presidents shall not be their common referee so much as their poets shall. (Soul of love and tongue of fire! Eye to pierce the deepest deeps and sweep the world! Ah Mother, prolific and full in all besides, yet how long barren, barren?)