Long, Too Long, O Land!
LONG, too long, O land,
Traveling roads all even and peaceful, you learn'd from joys and
But now, ah now, to learn from crises of anguish--advancing,
grappling 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