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,
authority enters always after the precedence of
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,
speculations on the soul are encouraged,
Where women walk in public processions in the streets the
as the men,
Where they enter the public assembly and take places the same
as the men;
Where the city of the faithfulest
Where the city of the cleanliness of the sexes stands,
Where the city of the healthiest
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
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
When he or she appears materials are overaw'd,
The dispute on the soul stops,
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-
Where are your jibes of being now?
your cavils about the soul now?
A sterile landscape covers the ore, there is as good as
the best for all the forbidding appearance,
is the mine, there are the miners,
The forge-furnace is there, the melt is accomplish'd, the
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,
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
and the druids,
Served the artificial clefts, vast, high, silent, on the snow-cover'd
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
tribes and nomads,
Served the long distant Kelt, served the hardy pirates of the Baltic,
any of those the venerable and harmless men of
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
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
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,
Rivals, traitors, poisoners, disgraced chieftains
and the rest.