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That he'll unpent, and raid of blood — fit for wild tigers, or for lop-tongued wolves — 



not reasoning men ! 

 And in its stead speed Industry's campaigns ! 

 "With thy undaunted armies, Engineering ! 

 Thy pennants, Labor, loosen'd to the breeze ! 

 Thy bugles sounding loud uud clear ! 



Away with old romance ! 



Away with novels, plots, and plays of foreign courts ! 



Away with love-verses, sugar' d in rhyme — the intrigues, amours of idlers, 



Fitted for only banquets of the night, where dancers to late music slide ; 



The unhealthy pleasures, extravagant dissipations of the few, 



With perfumes, heat and wine, beneath the dazzling chandeliers. 



IX. 

 To you, ye Eeverent, sane Sisters, 

 To this resplendent day, the present scene, 



These eyes and ears that like some broad parterre bloom up around, before me, 

 I raise a voice for far superber themes for poets and for Art, 

 To exalt the present and the real, 



To teach the average man the glory of his daily walk and trade, 

 To sing, in songs, how exercise and chemical life are never to be baffled ; 

 Boldly to thee, America, to-day ! and thee, Immortal Muse ! 

 To practical, manual work, for each and all — to plow, hoe, dig, 

 To plant and tend the tree, the berry, vegetables, flowers, 

 For every man to see to it that he really do something — for every woman too; 

 To use the hammer, and the saw (rip or cross-cut), 

 To cultivate a turn for carpentering, plastering, painting, 

 To work as tailor, tailoress, nurse, hostler, porter, 



To invent a little — something ingenious— to aid the washing, cooking, cleaning, 

 And hold it no disgrace to take a hand at them themselves. 



I say I bring thee, Muse, to-day and here, 



All occupations, duties broad and close, 



Toil, healthy toil and sweat, endless, without cessation, 



The old, old general burdens, interests, joys, 



The family, parentage, childhood, husband and wife, 



The house-comforts — the house itself, and all its belongings, 



Food and its preservations — chemistry applied to it; 



Whatever forms the average, strong, complete, sweet-blooded Man or Woman — the 



perfect, longeve Personality, 

 And helps its present life to health and happiness — and shapes its Soul, 

 For the eternal Real Life to come. 



With latest materials, works, 



Steam-power, the great Express lines, gas, petroleum, 



These triumphs of our time, the Atlantic's delicate cable, 



The Pacific railroad, the Suez canal, the Mont Cenis tunnel ; 



Science advanced, in grandeur and reality, analyzing every thing, 



This world all spann'd with iron rails — with lines of steamships threading every 



sea, 

 Our own Rondure, the current globe I bring. 



