The livid cancer spread its hideous claws
In many a smiling mask death shall approach beguiling thee,
thou in disease shalt swelter,
The livid cancer spread its hideous claws, clinging upon thy
breasts, seeking to strike thee deep within,
Consumption of the worst, moral consumption, shall rouge
thy face with hectic,
But thou shalt face thy fortunes, thy diseases, and surmount
them all,
Whatever they are to-day and whatever through time they
may be,
They each and all shall lift and pass away and cease from thee,
While thou, Time’s spirals rounding, out of thyself, thyself
still extricating, fusing,
Equable, natural, mystical Union thou, (the mortal with
immortal blent,)
Shalt soar toward the fulfilment of the future, the spirit of
the body and the mind,
The soul, its destinies. The soul, its destinies, the real real,
(Purport of all these apparitions of the real;)
In thee America, the soul, its destinies,
Thou globe of globes! thou wonder nebulous!
By many a throe of heat and cold convuls’d, (by these thyself
solidifying,)
Thou mental, moral orb&emdash;thou New, indeed new, Spiritual
World!
The Present holds thee not&emdash;for such vast growth as thine,
For such unparallel’d flight as thine, such brood as thine,
The Future only holds thee and can hold thee. 1872 1881 A PAUMANOK PICTURE Two boats with nets lying off the sea-beach, quite still,
Ten fishermen waiting&emdash;they discover a thick school of
mossbonkers&emdash;they drop the join’d seine-ends in the water,
The boats separate and row off, each on its rounding course
to the beach, enclosing the mossbonkers,
The net is drawn in by a windlass by those who stop ashore,
Some of the fishermen lounge in their boats, others stand
ankle-deep in the water, pois’d on strong legs,
The boats partly drawn up, the water slapping against them,
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