Freighted with human lives
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Mainsails, topsails, jibs, appear in the offing&emdash;steamers’
pennants of smoke&emdash;and under the forenoon sun,
Freighted with human lives, gaily the outward bound, gaily
the inward bound,
Flaunting from many a spar the flag I love.
BY THAT LONG SCAN OF WAVES
BY that long scan of waves, myself call’d back, resumed
upon myself,
In every crest some undulating light or shade&emdash;
some retrospect,
Joys, travels, studies, silent panoramas&emdash;scenes,
ephemeral,
The long past war, the battles, hospital sights, the wounded
and the dead,
Myself through every by-gone phase&emdash;my idle
youth&emdash;old age at hand,
My three-score years of life summ’d up, and more, and past,
By any grand ideal tried, intentionless, the whole a nothing,
And haply yet some drop within God’s scheme’s ensemble
&emdash;some wave, or part of wave,
Like one of yours, ye multitudinous ocean.
THEN LAST OF ALL
THEN last of all, caught from these shores, this hill,
Of you O tides, the mystic human meaning:
Only by law of you, your swell and ebb, enclosing me
the same,
The brain that shapes, the voice that chants this song. 1885 1888-9
ELECTION DAY, NOVEMBER, 1884
IF I should need to name, O Western World, your
powerfulest scene and show,
‘Twould not be you, Niagara&emdash;nor you, ye
limitless prairies &emdash;nor your huge rifts of
canyons, Colorado,
Nor you, Yosemite&emdash;nor Yellowstone, with
all its spasmic geyser loops ascending to the skies,
appearing and disappearing,
Nor Oregon’s white cones&emdash;nor Huron’s belt
of mighty lakes&emdash;nor Mississippi’s stream:
&emdash;This seething hemisphere’s humanity, as now,
I’d name &emdash;the still small voice vibrating
&emdash;America’s choosing day
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