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Steer then with good strong hand and wary eye 0 helms

man, thou carriest great companions, Venerable priestly Asia sails this day with thee, And royal feudal Europe sails with thee.

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Beautiful world of new superber birth that rises to my eyes,
Like a limitless golden cloud filling the western sky,
Emblem of general maternity lifted above all,
Sacred shape of the bearer of daughters and sons,
Out of thy teeming womb thy giant babes in ceaseless pro-

cession issuing, Acceding from such gestation, taking and giving continual

strength and life, World of the real — world of the twain in one, World of the soul, born by the world of the real alone, led

to identity, body, by it alone, Yet in beginning only, incalculable masses of composite

precious materials, By history's cycles forwarded, by every nation, language,

hither sent, Ready, collected here, a freer, vast, electric world, to be

constructed here, (The true New World, the world of orbic science, morals,

literatures to come,) Thou wonder world yet undefined, unform’d, neither do I

define thee, How can I pierce the impenetrable blank of the future? I feel thy ominous greatness evil as well as good, I watch thee advancing, absorbing the present, transcend

ing the past, I see thy light lighting, and thy shadow shadowing, as if the

entire globe,

But I do not undertake to define thee, hardly to compre

hend thee, I but thee name, thee prophesy, as now, I merely thee ejaculate!

Thee in thy future,
Thee in thy only permanent life, career, thy own unloosen'd

mind, thy soaring spirit, Thee as another equally needed sun, radiant, ablaze, swift

moving, fructifying all, Thee risen in potent cheerfulness and joy, in endless great

hilarity, Scattering for good the cloud that hung so long, that

weigh'd so long upon the mind of man, The doubt, suspicion, dread, of gradual, certain decadence

of

man; Thee in thy larger, saner brood of female, male — thee in thy

athletes, moral, spiritual, South, North, West, East, (To thy immortal breasts, Mother of All, thy every daugh

ter, son, endear'd alike, forever equal,) Thee in thy own musicians, singers, artists, unborn yet, but

certain, Thee in thy moral wealth and civilization, (until which thy

proudest material civilization must remain in vain,) Thee in thy all-supplying, all-enclosing worship - thee in

no single bible, saviour, merely, Thy saviours countless, latent within thyself, thy bibles

incessant within thyself, equal to any, divine as any, (Thy soaring course thee formulating, not in thy two great

wars, nor in thy century's visible growth, But far more in these leaves and chants, thy chants, great

Mother!) Thee in an education grown of thee, in teachers, studies,

students, born of thee,

Thee in thy democratic fêtes en-masse, thy high original

festivals, operas, lecturers, preachers, Thee in thy ultimata, (the preparations only now completed,

the edifice on sure foundations tied,) Thee in thy pinnacles, intellect, thought, thy topmost ra

tional joys, thy love and godlike aspiration, In thy resplendent coming literati, thy full-lung'd orators,

thy sacerdotal bards, kosmic savans, These! these in thee, (certain to come,) to-day I prophesy.

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Land tolerating all, accepting all, not for the good alone, all

good for thee, Land in the realms of God to be a realm unto thyself, Under the rule of God to be a rule unto thyself.

(Lo, where arise three peerless stars,
To be thy natal stars my country, Ensemble, Evolution,

Freedom,
Set in the sky of Law.)

Land of unprecedented faith, God's faith,
Thy soil, thy very subsoil, all upheav'd,
The general inner earth so long, so sedulously draped over,

now hence for what it is boldly laid bare, Open'd by thee to heaven's light for benefit or bale.

Not for success alone,
Not to fair-sail unintermitted always,
The storm shall dash thy face, the murk of war and worse

than war shall cover thee all over, (Wert capable of war, its tug and trials? be capable of peace,

its trials,

For the tug and moral strain of nations came at last in pros

perous peace, not war;) 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 shaļt 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 thy-

self solidifying) Thou mental, moral orb — thou New, indeed new, Spiritual

World! The Present holds thee not — 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.

A CHARTER OF DEMOCRACY1

THEODORE ROOSEVELT

MR. PRESIDENT, and Members of the Ohio Constitutional

Convention: I am profoundly sensible of the honor you have done me in asking me to address you. You are engaged in the fundamental work of self-government; you are engaged in framing a Constitution under and in accordance with which the people are to get and to do justice and absolutely to rule themselves. No representative body can have a higher task. To carry it through successfully there is need to combine practical common sense of the most hard-headed kind with a spirit of lofty idealism. Without idealism your work will be but a sordid makeshift; and without the hard-headed common sense the idealism will be either wasted or worse than wasted.

I shall not try to speak to you of matters of detail. Each of our Commonwealths has its own local needs, local customs, and habits of thought, different from those of other Commonwealths; and each must therefore apply in its own fashion the great principles of our political life. But these principles themselves are in their essence applicable everywhere, and of some of them I shall speak to you. I cannot touch upon them all; the subject is too vast and the time too limited; if any one of you cares to know my views of these matters which I do not to-day discuss, I will gladly send him

1 An address delivered before the Ohio Constitutional Convention, Columbus, Ohio, February, 1912. Reprinted (entire, save for the passage on the recall of judges) through the generous permission of the author and of the Outlook Publishing Company.

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