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Chants Democratic and Native American 9


A THOUGHT of what I am here for, Of these years I sing—how they pass through con- 
 vulsed pains, as through parturitions;
How America illustrates birth, gigantic youth, the  
 promise, the sure fulfilment, despite of people  
 —Illustrates evil as well as good;
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 departed, caste, myths, obedience, compulsion, 
 and to infidelity;
How few see the arrived models, the Athletes, The  
 States—or see freedom or spirituality—or hold  
 any faith in results,
(But I see the Athletes—and I see the results  
 glorious and inevitable—and they again leading  
 to other results;)
How the great cities appear—How the Democratic  
 masses, turbulent, wilful, as I love them,
How the whirl, the contest, the wrestle of evil with  
 good, the sounding and resounding, keep on  
 and on;
How society waits unformed, and is between things  
 ended and things begun;
How America is the continent of glories, and of the  
 triumph of freedom, and of the Democracies, and  
 of the fruits of society, and of all that is begun;
And how The States are complete in themselves— 
 And how all triumphs and glories are complete  
 in themselves, to lead onward,
And how these of mine, and of The States, will in  
 their turn be convulsed, and serve other par- 
 turitions and transitions,
And how all people, sights, combinations, the Demo- 
 cratic masses too, serve—and how every fact  
And how now, or at any time, each serves the  
 exquisite transition of Death.
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