Long, Too Long America
by Walt Whitman
Long, too long America,
Travelling roads all even and peaceful you learn'd from joys and prosperity only,
But now, ah now, to learn from crises of anguish, advancing, grappling with direst fate and recoiling not,
And now to conceive and show to the world what your children en-masse really are.
(For who except myself has yet conceiv'd what your children en-masse really are?).