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