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20  No dainty dolce affettuoso I; Bearded, sunburnt, gray-necked, forbidding, I have
 * arrived,

To be wrestled with as I pass, for the solid prizes
 * of the universe,

For such I afford whoever can persevere to win them.

On my way a moment I pause, Here for you! And here for America! Still the Present I raise aloft—Still the Future of
 * The States I harbinge, glad and sublime,

And for the Past I pronounce what the air holds of
 * the red aborigines.

The red aborigines! Leaving natural breaths, sounds of rain and winds,
 * calls as of birds and animals in the woods,
 * syllabled to us for names,

Okonee, Koosa, Ottawa, Monongahela, Sauk, Natchez,
 * Chattahoochee, Kaqueta, Oronoco.

Wabash, Miami, Saginaw, Chippewa, Oshkosh, Walla-
 * Walla,

Leaving such to The States, they melt, they depart,
 * charging the water and the land with names.

O expanding and swift! O henceforth, Elements, breeds, adjustments, turbulent, quick, and
 * audacious,

A world primal again—Vistas of glory, incessant
 * and branching,

A new race, dominating previous ones, and grander
 * far,

New politics—New literatures and religions—New
 * inventions and arts.