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Chants Democratic and Native American 11


THE thought of fruitage, Of Death, (the life greater)—of seeds dropping into  
 the ground—of birth,
Of the steady concentration of America, inland, 
 upward, to impregnable and swarming places,
Of what Indiana, Kentucky, Ohio and the rest, are  
 to be,
Of what a few years will show there in Missouri, 
 Kansas, Iowa, Wisconsin, Minnesota and the  
Of what the feuillage of America is the preparation  
 for—and of what all the sights, North, South, 
 East and West, are;
Of the temporary use of materials for identity's  
Of departing—of the growth of a mightier race  
 than any yet,
Of myself, soon, perhaps, closing up my songs by  
 these shores,
Of California—of Oregon—and of me journeying  
 hence to live and sing there;
Of the Western Sea—of the spread inland between  
 it and the spinal river,
Of the great pastoral area, athletic and feminine, Of all sloping down there where the fresh free- 
 giver, the mother, the Mississippi flows—and  
 Westward still;
  [ begin page 183 ]ppp.01500.191.jpg Of future men and women there—of happiness in  
 those high plateaus, ranging three thousand  
 miles, warm and cold,
Of cities yet unsurveyed and unsuspected, (as I am  
 also, and as it must be,)
Of the new and good names—of the strong develop- 
 ments—of the inalienable homesteads,
Of a free original life there—of simple diet, and  
 clean and sweet blood,
Of litheness, majestic faces, clear eyes, and perfect  
 physique there,
Of immense spiritual results, future years, inland, 
 spread there each side of the Anahuacs,
Of these Leaves well-understood there, (being made  
 for that area,)
Of the native scorn of grossness and gain there, (O it lurks in me night and day—What is gain, 
 after all, to savageness and freedom?)
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