A Prophecy

I CHANT the world on my western sea.I chant copious the islands beyond, thick as stars in the sky;I chant the new empire grander than any before, as in avision it comes to me;I chant America the mistress, I chant a greater supremacy;I chant projected a thousand blooming cities yet in time onthose groups of sea islands;My sailships and steamships threading the archipelagoes.My Stars and Stripes fluttering in the wind:Commerce opening, the sleep of ages having done its work,races reborn, refresh'd,Lives, works resumed—the object I know not—but the old,the Asiatic renew'd as it must be,Commencing from this day surrounded by the world.

Walt Whitman

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