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By anonymous<\/strong><\/p>\n IMPERIALISMS.<\/p>\n The slow and steady ages plodding, the unoccupied surface ripening, Free Palestine. But more in you than these, lands of the Western shore, There’s always tomorrow. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" By anonymous IMPERIALISMS. The slow and steady ages plodding, the unoccupied surface ripening, the rich ores forming beneath; At last the New arriving, assuming, taking possession, A swarming and busy race settling and organizing everywhere, Ships coming in from the whole round world, and going out to the whole world, the beginning of the end...<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5568,"featured_media":104,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-850","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-ctrlwaltdelete"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/bdpcblackoutproject\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/850","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/bdpcblackoutproject\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/bdpcblackoutproject\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/bdpcblackoutproject\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5568"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/bdpcblackoutproject\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=850"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/bdpcblackoutproject\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/850\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1112,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/bdpcblackoutproject\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/850\/revisions\/1112"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/bdpcblackoutproject\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/104"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/bdpcblackoutproject\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=850"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/bdpcblackoutproject\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=850"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/bdpcblackoutproject\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=850"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthe rich ores forming beneath;
\nAt last the New arriving, assuming, taking possession<\/span>,
\nA swarming and busy race settling<\/span> and organizing everywhere,
\nShips coming in from the whole round world, and going out to the
\nwhole world, the beginning of the end
\nTo India and China and Australia and the thousand island paradises of
\nthe Pacific, Paradise Lost in modernity’s mandibles
\nPopulous cities, the latest inventions, the steamers on the rivers, the
\nrailroads, with many a thrifty farm, with machinery,
\nAnd wool and wheat and the grape, and diggings of yellow gold.<\/p>\n
\nFree Massachusetts.
\nFree Paradise.<\/p>\n
\n(These but the means, the implements, the standing-ground,)
\nI see in you, certain to come, the promise of thousands of years, till
\nnow deferr\u2019d, your dream, deferred, is another denied.
\nPromis\u2019d to be fulfill\u2019d, our common kind, the race.
\nThe new society at last, proportionate to Nature,
\nIn man of you, more than your mountain peaks or stalwart trees imperial,
\nIn woman more, far more, than all your gold or vines, or even vital air.
\nworld not new, nor made for you
\nFresh come, to a new world indeed, yet long prepared,
\nI see the genius of the modern, child of the real and ideal,
\nClearing the ground for broad humanity, the true America<\/span>, heir of the
\npast so grand, whose ground do you clear?
\nTo build a grander future.<\/p>\n
\nThere’s always something left to lose.
\nIn the dream where I am an island,
\ndrying off on a rock in the middle
\nof a man-made lake
\nI grow green with hope. I’d like to end there.<\/p>\n