One Song, America, Before I Go

ONE song, America, before I go, I’d sing, o’er all the rest, with trumpet sound, For thee—the Future. I’d sow a seed for thee of endless Nationality; I’d fashion thy Ensemble, including Body and Soul; I’d show, away ahead, thy real Union, and how it may be accomplish’d. (The paths to the House I seek to make, But leave to those to come, the House itself.) Belief I sing—and 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.