O SUN of real peace! O hastening light!
 O free and extatic! O what I here, preparing, warble for!
 O the sun of the world will ascend, dazzling, and take his height--
 and you too, O my Ideal, will surely ascend!
 O so amazing and broad--up there resplendent, darting and burning!
 O vision prophetic, stagger'd with weight of light! with pouring
 glories!
 O lips of my soul, already becoming powerless!
 O ample and grand Presidentiads! Now the war, the war is over!
 New history! new heroes! I project you!
 Visions of poets! only you really last! sweep on! sweep on!
 O heights too swift and dizzy yet! 10
 O purged and luminous! you threaten me more than I can stand!
 (I must not venture--the ground under my feet menaces me--it will not
 support me:
 O future too immense,)--O present, I return, while yet I may, to you.