One Song, America, Before I Go. by Walt Whitman
ONE song, America, before I go,
Iâ€™d sing, oâ€™er all the rest, with trumpet sound,
For theeâ€”the Future.
Iâ€™d sow a seed for thee of endless Nationality;
Iâ€™d fashion thy Ensemble, including Body and Soul;
Iâ€™d show, away ahead, thy real Union, and how it may be accomplishâ€™d.
(The paths to the House I seek to make,
But leave to those to come, the House itself.)
Belief I singâ€”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.