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180 Of how many hold despairingly yet to the models
 * departed, caste, myths, obedience, compulsion,
 * and to infidelity;

How few see the arrived models, the Athletes, The
 * States—or see freedom or spirituality—or hold
 * any faith in results,

(But I see the Athletes—and I see the results
 * glorious and inevitable—and they again leading
 * to other results;)

How the great cities appear—How the Democratic
 * masses, turbulent, wilful, as I love them,

How the whirl, the contest, the wrestle of evil with
 * good, the sounding and resounding, keep on
 * and on;

How society waits unformed, and is between things
 * ended and things begun;

How America is the continent of glories, and of the
 * triumph of freedom, and of the Democracies, and
 * of the fruits of society, and of all that is begun;

And how The States are complete in themselves—
 * And how all triumphs and glories are complete
 * in themselves, to lead onward,

And how these of mine, and of The States, will in
 * their turn be convulsed, and serve other parturitions
 * and transitions,

And how all people, sights, combinations, the Democratic
 * masses too, serve—and how every fact
 * serves,

And how now, or at any time, each serves the
 * exquisite transition of Death.