ONE song, America, before I go,
Id sing, oer all the rest, with trumpet sound,
For theethe Future.
Id sow a seed for thee of endless Nationality;
Id fashion thy Ensemble, including Body and Soul;
Id show, away ahead, thy real Union, and how it may be accomplishd.
(The paths to the House I seek to make,
But leave to those to come, the House itself.)
Belief I singand Preparation;
As Life and Nature are not great with reference to the Present only,
But greater still from what is yet to come,
Out of that formula for Thee I sing.