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Chants Democratic and Native American 14


1POETS to come! Not to-day is to justify me, and Democracy, and  
 what we are for,
But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental,  
 greater than before known,
You must justify me.
  [ begin page 187 ]ppp.01500.195.jpg 2Indeed, if it were not for you, what would I be? What is the little I have done, except to arouse you? 3I depend on being realized, long hence, where the  
 broad fat prairies spread, and thence to Oregon  
 and California inclusive,
I expect that the Texan and the Arizonian, ages  
 hence, will understand me,
I expect that the future Carolinian and Georgian will  
 understand me and love me,
I expect that Kanadians, a hundred, and perhaps  
 many hundred years from now, in winter, in the  
 splendor of the snow and woods, or on the icy  
 lakes, will take me with them, and permanently  
 enjoy themselves with me.
4Of to-day I know I am momentary, untouched—I  
 am the bard of the future,
I but write one or two indicative words for the future, I but advance a moment, only to wheel and hurry  
 back in the darkness.
5I am a man who, sauntering along, without fully  
 stopping, turns a casual look upon you, and then  
 averts his face,
Leaving it to you to prove and define it, Expecting the main things from you.
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