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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535247" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Years Of The Modern</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">YEARS of the modern! years of the unperform'd!<br> Your horizon rises--I see it parting away for more august dramas;<br> I see not America only--I see not only Liberty's nation, but other<br> nations preparing;<br> I see tremendous entrances and exits--I see new combinations--I see<br> the solidarity of races;<br> I see that force advancing with irresistible power on the world's<br> stage;<br> (Have the old forces, the old wars, played their parts? are the acts<br> suitable to them closed?)<br> I see Freedom, completely arm'd, and victorious, and very haughty,<br> with Law on one side, and Peace on the other,<br> A stupendous Trio, all issuing forth against the idea of caste;<br> --What historic denouements are these we so rapidly approach?<br> I see men marching and countermarching by swift millions; 10<br> I see the frontiers and boundaries of the old aristocracies broken;<br> I see the landmarks of European kings removed;<br> I see this day the People beginning their landmarks, (all others give<br> way;)<br> --Never were such sharp questions ask'd as this day;<br> Never was average man, his soul, more energetic, more like a God;<br> Lo! how he urges and urges, leaving the masses no rest;<br> His daring foot is on land and sea everywhere--he colonizes the<br> Pacific, the archipelagoes;<br> With the steam-ship, the electric telegraph, the newspaper, the<br> wholesale engines of war,<br> With these, and the world-spreading factories, he interlinks all<br> geography, all lands;<br> --What whispers are these, O lands, running ahead of you, passing<br> under the seas?   20<br> Are all nations communing? is there going to be but one heart to the<br> globe?<br> Is humanity forming, en-masse?--for lo! tyrants tremble, crowns grow<br> dim;<br> The earth, restive, confronts a new era, perhaps a general divine<br> war;<br> No one knows what will happen next--such portents fill the days and<br> nights;<br> Years prophetical! the space ahead as I walk, as I vainly try to<br> pierce it, is full of phantoms;<br> Unborn deeds, things soon to be, project their shapes around me;<br> This incredible rush and heat--this strange extatic fever of dreams,<br> O years!<br> Your dreams, O year, how they penetrate through me! (I know not<br> whether I sleep or wake!)<br> The perform'd America and Europe grow dim, retiring in shadow behind<br> me,<br> The unperform'd, more gigantic than ever, advance, advance upon<br> me.    30</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Walt+Whitman">Walt Whitman</a><div class=q>
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 Your horizon rises--I see it parting away for more august dramas;
 I see not America only--I see not only Liberty's nation, but other
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