O Sun of Real Peace.

Part of the cluster MARCHES NOW THE WAR IS OVER.

O SUN OF REAL PEACE.

O SUN of real peace! O hastening light! O free and extatic! O what I here, preparing, warble
for! O the sun of the world will ascend, dazzling, and take
his height—and you too, O my Ideal, will surely
ascend! O so amazing and broad—up there resplendent, dart-
ing and burning! O vision prophetic, stagger'd with weight of light! with
pouring glories! O lips of my soul, already becoming powerless! O ample and grand Presidentiads! Now the war, the
war is over! New history! new heroes! I project you! Visions of poets! only you really last! sweep on! sweep
on! O heights too swift and dizzy yet! O purged and luminous! you threaten me more than I
can stand! (I must not venture—the ground under my feet men-
aces me—it will not support me: O future too immense,)—O present, I return, while yet
I may, to you.

Part of the cluster MARCHES NOW THE WAR IS OVER.