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AS I walk, solitary, unattended,Around me I hear that eclat of the world—politics, produce,The announcements of recognized things—science,The approved growth of cities, and the spread of inventions.2I see the ships, (they will last a few years,)The vast factories, with their foremen and workmen,And hear the indorsement of all, and do not object to it.3But we too announce solid things;Science, ships, politics, cities, factories, are not nothing —they serve,They stand for realities—all is as it should be.4Then my realities;What else is so real as mine?Libertad, and the divine average—Freedom to every slave on the face of the earth,The rapt promises and luminé of seers—the spiritual world—these centuries-lasting songs,And our visions, the visions of poets, the most solid announcements of any.5For we support all,After the rest is done and gone, we remain;There is no final reliance but upon us;Democracy rests finally upon us, (I, my brethren, begin it,)And our visions sweep through eternity.