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Rh Indeed, if it were not for you, what would I be? What is the little I have done, except to arouse you?

I depend on being realized, long hence, where the
 * broad fat prairies spread, and thence to Oregon
 * and California inclusive,

I expect that the Texan and the Arizonian, ages
 * hence, will understand me,

I expect that the future Carolinian and Georgian will
 * understand me and love me,

I expect that Kanadians, a hundred, and perhaps
 * many hundred years from now, in winter, in the
 * splendor of the snow and woods, or on the icy
 * lakes, will take me with them, and permanently
 * enjoy themselves with me.

Of to-day I know I am momentary, untouched—I
 * am the bard of the future,

I but write one or two indicative words for the future, I but advance a moment, only to wheel and hurry
 * back in the darkness.

I am a man who, sauntering along, without fully
 * stopping, turns a casual look upon you, and then
 * averts his face,

Leaving it to you to prove and define it, Expecting the main things from you.