Among the mountains I wandered and saw blue haze and red crag and was amazed; 
On the beach where the long push under the endless tide maneuvers, I stood silent; 
Under the stars on the prairie watching the Dipper slant over the horizon?s grass, I was full of thoughts. 
Great men, pageants of war and labor, soldiers and workers, mothers lifting their children?these all I touched, and felt the solemn thrill of them. 
And then one day I got a true look at the Poor, millions of the Poor, patient and toiling; more patient than crags, tides, and stars; innumerable, patient as the darkness of night?and all broken, humble ruins of nations.