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O SUN OF REAL PEACE.
| O SUN of real peace! O hastening light! |
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O free and extatic! O what I here, preparing, warble
for! |
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O the sun of the world will ascend, dazzling, and take
his height—and you too, O my Ideal, will surely ascend! |
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O so amazing and broad—up there resplendent, dart-
ing and burning! |
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O vision prophetic, stagger'd with weight of light! with
pouring glories! |
| O lips of my soul, already becoming powerless! |
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O ample and grand Presidentiads! Now the war, the
war is over! |
| New history! new heroes! I project you! |
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Visions of poets! only you really last! sweep on! sweep
on! |
| O heights too swift and dizzy yet! |
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O purged and luminous! you threaten me more than I
can stand! |
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(I must not venture—the ground under my feet men-
aces me—it will not support me: |
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O future too immense,)—O present, I return, while yet
I may, to you. |