ONE song, America, before I go,
 I'd sing, o'er all the rest, with trumpet sound,
 For thee--the Future.

 I'd sow a seed for thee of endless Nationality;
 I'd fashion thy Ensemble, including Body and Soul;
 I'd show, away ahead, thy real Union, and how it may be accomplish'd.

 (The paths to the House I seek to make,
 But leave to those to come, the House itself.)

 Belief I sing--and Preparation;
 As Life and Nature are not great with reference to the Present
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 But greater still from what is yet to come,
 Out of that formula for Thee I sing.