the populace rise at once against the never-ending
     audacity of elected persons,
Where fierce men and women pour forth as the sea to the
     whistle of death pours its sweeping and unript waves,
Where outside authority enters always after the precedence of
     inside authority,
Where the citizen is always the head and ideal, and President,
     Mayor, Governor and what not, are agents for pay,
Where children are taught to be laws to themselves, and to
     depend on themselves,
Where equanimity is illustrated in affairs,
Where speculations on the soul are encouraged,
Where women walk in public processions in the streets the same
     as the men,

Where they enter the public assembly and take places the same
     as the men;
Where the city of the faithfulest friends stands,
Where the city of the cleanliness of the sexes stands,
Where the city of the healthiest fathers stands,
Where the city of the best-bodied mothers stands,
There the great city stands.

How beggarly appear arguments before a defiant deed!
How the floridness of the materials of cities shrivels before
     a man's or woman's look!

All waits or goes by default till a strong being appears;
A strong being is the proof of the race and of the ability of
     the universe,
When he or she appears materials are overaw'd,
The dispute on the soul stops,
The old customs and phrases are confronted, turn'd back,
     or laid away.

What is your money-making now? what can it do now?
What is your respectability now?
What are your theology, tuition, society, traditions, statute-
    books, now?
Where are your jibes of being now?
Where are your cavils about the soul now?

A sterile landscape covers the ore, there is as good as
     the best for all the forbidding appearance,
There is the mine, there are the miners,
The forge-furnace is there, the melt is accomplish'd, the
     hammers-men are at hand with their tongs and hammers,
What always served and always serves is at hand.

Than this nothing has better served, it has served all,
Served the fluent-tongued and subtle-sensed Greek, and
     long ere the Greek,
Served in building the buildings that last longer than any,

Served the Hebrew, the Persian, the most ancient Hindustanee,
Served the mound-raiser on the Mississippi, served those whose
     relics remain in Central America,
Served Albic temples in woods or on plains, with unhewn pillars
     and the druids,
Served the artificial clefts, vast, high, silent, on the snow-cover'd
     hills of Scandinavia,
Served those who time out of mind made on the granite walls
     rough sketches of the sun, moon, stars, ships, ocean waves,
Served the paths of the irruptions of the Goths, served the
     pastoral tribes and nomads,
Served the long distant Kelt, served the hardy pirates of the Baltic,
Served before any of those the venerable and harmless men of
     Ethiopia,
Served the making of helms for the galleys of pleasure and the
     making of those for war,
Served all great works on land and all great works on the sea,
For the mediaeval ages and before the mediaeval ages,
Served not the living only then as now, but served the dead.

I see the European headsman,
He stands mask'd, clothed in red, with huge legs and strong
     naked arms,
And leans on a ponderous axe.

(Whom have you slaughter'd lately European headsman?
Whose is that blood upon you so wet and sticky?)

I see the clear sunsets of the martyrs,
I see from the scaffolds the descending ghosts,
Ghosts of dead lords, uncrown'd ladies, impeach'd ministers,
     rejected kings,
Rivals, traitors, poisoners, disgraced chieftains and the rest.