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LONG, TOO LONG AMERICA.

LONG, too long America,

Traveling roads all even and peaceful you learn'd from joys and          prosperity only,

But now, ah now, to learn from crises of anguish, advancing, grap-          pling with direst fate and recoiling not,

And now to conceive and show to the world what your children          en-masse really are,

(For who except myself has yet conceiv'd what your children          en-masse really are?)

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