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far, and so far, and on toward the end, Singing what is sung in this book, from the irresistible
 * impulses of me;

But whether I continue beyond this book, to maturity, Whether I shall dart forth the true rays, the ones
 * that wait unfired,

(Did you think the sun was shining its brightest? No—it has not yet fully risen;) Whether I shall complete what is here started, Whether I shall attain my own height, to justify these,
 * yet unfinished,

Whether I shall make ,
 * transcending all others—depends, rich persons,
 * upon you,

Depends, whoever you are now filling the current
 * Presidentiad, upon you,

Upon you, Governor, Mayor, Congressman, And you, contemporary America.