O SUN of real peace! O hastening light!
O free and extatic! O what I here, preparing, warble for!
O the sun of the world will ascend, dazzling, and take his height--
and you too, O my Ideal, will surely ascend!
O so amazing and broad--up there resplendent, darting and burning!
O vision prophetic, stagger'd with weight of light! with pouring
glories!
O lips of my soul, already becoming powerless!
O ample and grand Presidentiads! Now the war, the war is over!
New history! new heroes! I project you!
Visions of poets! only you really last! sweep on! sweep on!
O heights too swift and dizzy yet!
O purged and luminous! you threaten me more than I can stand!
(I must not venture--the ground under my feet menaces me--it will not
support me:
O future too immense,)--O present, I return, while yet I may, to you.
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Comments1Wow, this is such a profound piece! It carries a message of hope for a harmonious future filled with peace. There's a sense of immense joy and anticipation as if welcoming a much awaited era. This beautiful mix of ecstasy and wild emotions is so empowering. The vivid imagery and sweeping vision is really inspiring. I am left with a feeling of awe and also reminded to cherish the present. Truly an amazing read.