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UNNAMED LANDS.

1NATIONS ten thousand years before These States, and
many times ten thousand years before These
States,
Garnered clusters of ages, that men and women like
us grew up and travelled their course, and
passed on;
What vast-built cities—What orderly republics—
What pastoral tribes and nomads,
What histories, rulers, heroes, perhaps transcending
all others,
What laws, customs, wealth, arts, traditions,
What sort of marriage—What costumes—What
physiology and phrenology,
What of liberty and slavery among them—What
they thought of death and the Soul,
Who were witty and wise—Who beautiful and poetic
—Who brutish and undeveloped,
Not a mark, not a record remains—And yet all
remains.

2O I know that those men and women were not for
nothing, any more than we are for nothing,


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I know that they belong to the scheme of the world
every bit as much as we now belong to it, and as
all will henceforth belong to it.

3Afar they stand—yet near to me they stand,
Some with oval countenances, learned and calm,
Some naked and savage—Some like huge collections
of insects,
Some in tents—herdsmen, patriarchs, tribes, horse-
men,
Some prowling through woods—Some living peacea-
bly on farms, laboring, reaping, filling barns,
Some traversing paved avenues, amid temples, palaces,
factories, libraries, shows, courts, theatres, won-
derful monuments.

4Are those billions of men really gone?
Are those women of the old experience of the earth
gone?
Do their lives, cities, arts, rest only with us?
Did they achieve nothing for good, for themselves?

5I believe of all those billions of men and women that
filled the unnamed lands, every one exists this
hour, here or elsewhere, invisible to us, in exact
proportion to what he or she grew from in life,
and out of what he or she did, felt, became, loved,
sinned, in life.

6I believe that was not the end of those nations, or any
person of them, any more than this shall be the
end of my nation, or of me;


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Of their languages, phrenology, government, coins, med-
als, marriage, literature, products, games, juris-
prudence, wars, manners, amativeness, crimes,
prisons, slaves, heroes, poets, I suspect their re-
sults curiously await in the yet unseen world —
counterparts of what accrued to them in the seen
world,
I suspect I shall meet them there,
I suspect I shall there find each old particular of those
unnamed lands.

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