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And You, America, That Passion Made You. You Were Not Born To Prosperity, You Were Born To Love Freedom. You Did Not Say "en Masse," You Said "independence." But We Cannot Have All The Luxuries And Freedom Also.

The Cold Passion For Truth Hunts In No Pack.

Justice And Mercy/ Are Human Dreams, They Do Not Concern The Birds Nor The Fish Nor Eternal God.

The World's In A Bad Way, My Man, And Bound To Be Worse Before It Mends; Better Lie Up In The Mountain Here Four Or Five Centuries, While The Stars Go Over The Lonely Ocean.

The Greatest Beauty Is Organic Wholeness, The Wholeness Of Life And Things, The Divine Beauty Of The Universe.