TURN, O Libertad, for the war is over, <br /> (From it and all henceforth expanding, doubting no more, resolute, <br /> sweeping the world,) <br /> Turn from lands retrospective, recording proofs of the past; <br /> From the singers that sing the trailing glories of the past; <br /> From the chants of the feudal world--the triumphs of kings, slavery, <br /> caste; <br /> Turn to the world, the triumphs reserv'd and to come--give up that <br /> backward world; <br /> Leave to the singers of hitherto--give them the trailing past; <br /> But what remains, remains for singers for you--wars to come are for <br /> you; <br /> (Lo! how the wars of the past have duly inured to you--and the wars <br /> of the present also inure:) <br /> --Then turn, and be not alarm'd, O Libertad--turn your undying <br /> face, 10 <br /> To where the future, greater than all the past, <br /> Is swiftly, surely preparing for you.<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/turn-o-libertad/
