LONG, too long, O land,Traveling roads all even and peaceful, you learn'd from joys and prosperity only;But now, ah now, to learn from crises of anguish—ad- vancing, 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 really are?)