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I see the Pyrenees, Balks, Carpathians-and to the north the Dofrafields, and off at sea Mount Hecla ;

I see Vesuvius and Etna-I see the Anahuacs;

I see the Mountains of the Moon, and the Snow Mountains, and the Red Mountains of Madagascar; I see the Vermont hills, and the long string of cordilleras ;

I see the vast deserts of Western America;

I see the Libyan, Arabian, and Asiatic deserts;

I see huge dreadful Arctic and Antarctic icebergs ;
I see the superior oceans and the inferior ones—the
Atlantic and Pacific, the sea of Mexico, the
Brazilian sea, and the sea of Peru,

The Japan waters, those of Hindostan, the China Sea, and the Gulf of Guinea,

The spread of the Baltic, Caspian, Bothnia, the British shores, and the Bay of Biscay,

The clear-sunned Mediterranean, and from one to another of its islands,

The inland fresh-tasted seas of North America,
The White Sea, and the sea around Greenland.

I behold the mariners of the world;

Some are in storms-some in the night, with the watch on the look-out;

Some drifting helplessly-some with contagious diseases.

I behold the sail and steam ships of the world, some in clusters in port, some on their voyages;

Some double the Cape of Storms-some Cape Verdeothers Cape Guardafui, Bon, or Bajadore;

Others Dondra Head-others pass the Straits of Sunda

-others Cape Lopatka-others Behring's Straits; Others Cape Horn-others sail the Gulf of Mexico, or along Cuba or Havti-others Hudson's Bay or Baffin's Bay;

Others pass the Straits of Dover-others enter the Wash-others the Firth of Solway-others round Cape Clear--others the Land's End;

Others traverse the Zuyder Zee, or the Scheld;
Others add to the exits and entrances at Sandy Hook;
Others to the comers and goers at Gibraltar, or the
Dardanelles ;

Others sternly push their way through the northern winter-packs;

Others descend or ascend the Obi or the Lena;

Others the Niger or the Congo-others the Indus, the Burampooter and Cambodia ;

Others wait at the wharves of Manhattan, steamed up, ready to start;

Wait, swift and swarthy, in the ports of Australia ;
Wait at Liverpool, Glasgow, Dublin, Marseilles, Lisbon,
Naples, Hamburg, Bremen, Bordeaux, the Hague,

Wait at Valparaiso, Rio Janeiro, Panama;

Wait at their moorings at Boston, Philadelphia, Baltimore, Charleston, New Orleans, Galveston, San Francisco.


I see the tracks of the railroads of the earth;

I see them welding State to State, city to city, through
North America;

I see them in Great Britain, I see them in Europe;
I see them in Asia and in Africa.

I see the electric telegraphs of the earth;

I see the filaments of the news of the wars, deaths, losses, gains, passions, of my race.

I see the long river-stripes of the earth;

I see where the Mississippi flows-I see where the
Columbia flows;

I see the Great River, and the Falls of Niagara ;
I see the Amazon and the Paraguay;

I see the four great rivers of China, the Amour, the
Yellow River, the Yiang-tse, and the Pearl;
I see where the Seine flows, and where the Danube, the
Loire, the Rhone, and the Guadalquiver flow;
I see the windings of the Volga, the Dnieper, the Oder;

I see the Tuscan going down the Arno, and the Venetian along the Po;

I see the Greek seaman sailing out of Egina bay.


I see the site of the old empire of Assyria, and that of Persia, and that of India;

I see the falling of the Ganges over the high rim of Saukara.

I see the place of the idea of the Deity incarnated by avatars in human forms;

I see the spots of the successions of priests on the earth -oracles, sacrificers, brahmins, sabians, lamas, monks, muftis, exhorters;

I see where druids walked the groves of Mona-I see the mistletoe and vervain;

I see the temples of the deaths of the bodies of Gods— I see the old signifiers.

I see Christ once more eating the bread of his last supper, in the midst of youths and old persons; I see where the strong divine young man, the Hercules, toiled faithfully and long, and then died;

I see the place of the innocent rich life and hapless fate of the beautiful nocturnal son, the fulllimbed Bacchus ;

I see Kneph, blooming, dressed in blue, with the crown of feathers on his head;

I see Hermes, unsuspected, dying, well-beloved, saying to the people, "Do not weep for me;

This is not my true country, I have lived banished from my true country-I now go back there,

I return to the celestial sphere, where every one goes in his turn."


I see the battle-fields of the earth-grass grows upon them, and blossoms and corn;

I see the tracks of ancient and modern expeditions.

I see the nameless masonries, venerable messages of the unknown events, heroes, records of the earth.

I see the places of the sagas;

I see pine-trees and fir-trees torn by northern blasts; I see granite boulders and cliffs-I see green meadows and lakes;

I see the burial-cairns of Scandinavian warriors; I see them raised high with stones, by the marge of restless oceans, that the dead men's spirits, when they wearied of their quiet graves, might rise up through the mounds, and gaze on the tossing billows, and be refreshed by storms, immensity, liberty, action.

I see the steppes of Asia;

I see the tumuli of Mongolia-I see the tents of Kal mucks and Baskirs;

I see the nomadic tribes, with herds of oxen and cows; I see the table-lands notched with ravines-I see the jungles and deserts;

I see the camel, the wild steed, the bustard, the fattailed sheep, the antelope, and the burrowing wolf.

I see the high-lands of Abyssinia ;

I see flocks of goats feeding, and see the fig-tree, tamarind, date,

And see fields of teff-wheat, and see the places of verdure and gold.

I see the Brazilian vaquero ;

I see the Bolivian ascending Mount Sorata;

I see the Wacho crossing the plains-I see the incomparable rider of horses with his lasso on his


I see over the pampas the pursuit of wild cattle for

their hides.


I see little and large sea-dots, some inhabited, some


I see two boats with nets, lying off the shore of Paumanok, quite still;

I see ten fishermen waiting-they discover now a thick school of mossbonkers-they drop the joined seine-ends in the water,

The boats separate-they diverge and row off, each on its rounding course to the beach, enclosing the mossbonkers;

The net is drawn in by a windlass by those who stop ashore,

Some of the fishermen lounge in their boats-others stand negligently ankle-deep in the water, poised on strong legs;

The boats are partly drawn up-the water slaps against


On the sand, in heaps and winrows, well out from the water, lie the green-backed spotted mossbonkers.


I see the despondent red man in the west, lingering about the banks of Moingo, and about Lake

Pepin ;

He has heard the quail and beheld the honey-bee, and sadly prepared to depart.

I see the regions of snow and ice;

I see the sharp-eyed Samoiede and the Finn;

I see the seal-seeker in his boat, poising his lance; I see the Siberian on his slight-built sledge, drawn by dogs;

I see the porpoise-hunters-I see the whale-crews of the South Pacific and the North Atlantic;

I see the cliffs, glaciers, torrents, valleys, of Switzerland -I mark the long winters, and the isolation.

I see the cities of the earth, and make myself at random a part of them ;

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