Where, yesterday,

Today, tomorrow, dwell my countrymen.”

And then I looked away,

Over the pasture and the valley, to the New Hampshire town....

And my heart’s acclaim went down,

To Florida, Wisconsin, California,

And brought a good report to Celia:

“My ship America,

This whole wide-timbered land,

Well captained and well manned,

Ascends the sea

Of time, carrying me

And many passengers.

And every cabin stirs

With the pulsing of its engine over the sway of time,

Yes, every state and city, every village, every farm,

And every heart and everyone’s right arm.

... Celia, hold out your hand,

Or anyone in any field or street, hold out your hand—

And I can see it pulse the massive climb

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