1 COME, said the Muse, Sing me a song no poet yet has chanted, Sing me the Universal.
In this broad Earth of ours, Amid the measureless grossness and the slag, Enclosed and safe within its central heart, Nestles the seed Perfection.
By every life a share, or more or less, None born but it is bornâ€”concealâ€™d or unconcealâ€™d, the seed is waiting.
2 Lo! keen-eyed, towering Science! As from tall peaks the Modern overlooking, Successive, absolute fiats issuing.
Yet again, lo! the Soulâ€”above all science; For it, has History gatherâ€™d like a husk around the globe; For it, the entire star-myriads roll through the sky.
In spiral roads, by long detours, (As a much-tacking ship upon the sea,) For it, the partial to the permanent flowing, For it, the Real to the Ideal tends.
For it, the mystic evolution; Not the right only justifiedâ€”what we call evil also justified.
Forth from their masks, no matter what, From the huge, festering trunkâ€”from craft and guile and tears, Health to emerge, and joyâ€”joy universal.
Out of the bulk, the morbid and the shallow, Out of the bad majorityâ€”the varied, countless frauds of men and States,
Electric, antiseptic yetâ€”cleaving, suffusing all, Only the good is universal.
3 Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering, High in the purer, happier air.
From imperfectionâ€™s murkiest cloud, Darts always forth one ray of perfect light, One flash of Heavenâ€™s glory.
To fashionâ€™s, customâ€™s discord, To the mad Babel-din, the deafening orgies, Soothing each lull, a strain is heard, just heard, From some far shore, the final chorus sounding.
4 O the blest eyes! the happy hearts! That seeâ€”that know the guiding thread so fine, Along the mighty labyrinth!
5 And thou, America! For the Schemeâ€™s culminationâ€”its Thought, and its Reality, For these, (not for thyself,) Thou hast arrived.
Thou too surroundest all; Embracing, carrying, welcoming all, Thou too, by pathways broad and new, To the Ideal tendest.
The measurâ€™d faiths of other landsâ€”the grandeurs of the past, Are not for Theeâ€”but grandeurs of Thine own; Deific faiths and amplitudes, absorbing, comprehending all, All eligible to all.
All, all for Immortality! Love, like the light, silently wrapping all! Natureâ€™s amelioration blessing all! The blossoms, fruits of agesâ€”orchards divine and certain; Forms, objects, growths, humanities, to spiritual Images ripening.
6 Give me, O God, to sing that thought! Give meâ€”give him or her I love, this quenchless faith In Thy ensemble. Whatever else withheld, withhold not from us, Belief in plan of Thee enclosed in Time and Space; Health, peace, salvation universal.
Is it a dream? Nay, but the lack of it the dream, And, failing it, lifeâ€™s lore and wealth a dream, And all the world a dream.