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6 Aware of the buffalo, the peace-herds, the bull,
 * strong-breasted and hairy,

Aware of the mocking-bird of the wilds at daybreak, Solitary, singing in the west, I strike up for a new
 * world.

Victory, union, faith, identity, time, the Soul, yourself,
 * the present and future lands, the indissoluble
 * compacts, riches, mystery, eternal progress,
 * the kosmos, and the modern reports.

This then is life, Here is what has come to the surface after so many
 * throes and convulsions.

How curious! How real! Underfoot the divine soil—Overhead the sun.

See, revolving, The globe—the ancestor-continents, away, grouped
 * together,

The present and future continents, north and south,
 * with the isthmus between.

See, vast, trackless spaces, As in a dream, they change, they swiftly fill, Countless masses debouch upon them, They are now covered with the foremost people, arts,
 * institutions known.

See projected, through time.
 * For me, an audience interminable.