Long, Too Long, O Land
LONG, TOO LONG, O LAND.
LONG, too long, O land, Traveling roads all even and peaceful, you learn'd fromjoys 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 conceived what your
children en-masse really are?)