LONG, too long, O land,
 Traveling roads all even and peaceful, you learn'd from joys and
 prosperity only;
 But now, ah now, to learn from crises of anguish--advancing,
 grappling with direst fate, and recoiling not;
 And now to conceive, and show to the world, what your children
 en-masse really are;
 (For who except myself has yet conceiv'd what your children en-masse
 really are?)