LONG, too long, O land, <br /> Traveling roads all even and peaceful, you learn'd from joys and <br /> prosperity only; <br /> But now, ah now, to learn from crises of anguish--advancing, <br /> grappling with direst fate, and recoiling not; <br /> And now to conceive, and show to the world, what your children <br /> en-masse really are; <br /> (For who except myself has yet conceiv'd what your children en-masse <br /> really are?)<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/long-too-long-o-land/
