Thee in thy all-supplying, all-enclosing worship-thee in no single bible, saviour, merely

Thy saviours, countless, latent within thyself, thy bibles incessant within thyself, equal to any, divine as any,

Thee in an education grown of thee, in teachers, studies, students born of thee,

Thee in thy democratic fêtes en masse, thy high original festivals, operas, lecturers, preachers,

Thee in thy ultimata, (the preparations only now completed, the edifice on sure foundations tied)

Thee in thy pinnacles, intellect, thought, thy topmost rational joys, thy love and godlike aspiration

In thy resplendent coming literati, thy full-lung'd orators, thy sacerdotal bards, cosmic savans,

These! these in thee, (certain to come), today I prophesy!

Land tolerating all, accepting all, not for the good alone, all good for thee,

Land in the realms of God to be a realm unto thyself,

Under the rule of God to be a rule unto thyself.

(Lo, there arise three peerless stars,

To be thy natal stars, my country, Ensemble, Evolution, Freedom, Set in the sky of Law.)

Land of unprecedented faith, God's faith,

Thy soil, thy very subsoil, all upheav'd,

The general inner earth so long, so sedulously draped over, now hence for what it is boldly laid bare,

Open'd by thee to heaven's light for benefit or bale.

Not for success alone,

Not to fair-sail unintermittent always:

The storm shall dash thy face, the murk of war and worse than war

shall cover thee all over,

(Wert capable of war, its tug and trials? be capable of peace,

its trials,

For the tug and mortal strain of nations come at last in prosperous peace, not war ;)

In many a smiling mask death shall approach beguiling thee, thou in disease shall swelter,

But thou shalt face thy fortunes, thy disease, and surmount them all,

Whatever they are today and whatever through time they may be, They each and all shall lift and pass away and cease from thee, While thou, Time's spirals rounding,-out of thyself, thyself still extricating, fusing,

Equable, natural, mystical Union thou, (the mortal with immortal blent,)

Shalt soar toward the fulfilment of the future, the spirit of the body and the mind,

The soul, its destinies.

[The soul, its destinies, the real real,

(Purport of all these apparitions of the real;)

In thee America, the soul, its destinies,

Thou globe of globes! thou wonder nebulous!

By many a throe of heat and cold convuls'd (by these thyself solidifying)

Thou mental, moral orb-thou New, indeed new, Spiritual World!]
The Present holds thee not-for such vast growth as thine,
For such unparallel'd flights as thine, such brood as thine,—
The FUTURE only holds thee and can hold thee.

CONGREGATIONAL RESPONSIVE READING

PASSAGE TO INDIA

O vast Rondure, swimming in space,

Cover'd all over with visible power and beauty,

Alternate light and day and the teeming spiritual darkness, Unspeakable high processions of sun and moon and countless stars above,

Below the manifold grass and waters, animals, mountains, trees, With inscrutable purpose, some hidden prophetic intention,Now first, it seems, my thought begins to span thee.

Passage indeed O soul to primal thought,

Not lands and seas alone, thy own clear freshness,
The young maturity of brood and bloom,

To realms of budding bibles.

O soul, repressless, I with thee and thou with me,
Thy circumnavigation of the world begin,

Of man, the voyage of his mind's return

To reason's early paradise,

Back, back to wisdom's birth, to innocent intuitions,
Again with fair creation.

O we can wait no longer,

We too take ship O soul,

Joyous we too launch out on trackless seas,

Fearless for unknown shores on waves of ecstasy to sail,

Amid the wafting winds, (thou pressing me to thee, I thee to me,

O soul)

Caroling free, singing our song of God,
Chanting our chant of pleasant exploration.

O soul thou pleasest me, I thee,

Sailing these seas or on the hills, or waking in the night, Thoughts, silent thoughts, of Time and Space and Death, like waters flowing,

Bear me indeed as through the regions infinite,

Whose air I breathe, whose ripples hear, lave me all over,

Bathe me O God in thee, mounting to thee,

I and my soul to range in range of thee.

O Thou transcendent, ...

Swiftly I shrivel at the thought of God,

At Nature and its wonders, Time and Space and Death,
But that I, turning, call to thee O soul, thou actual Me,
And lo, thou gently masterest the orbs,

Thou matest Time, smilest content at Death,
And fillest, swellest full the vastnesses of Space.

Passage to more than India!

Of

O secret of the earth and sky!

you O waters of the sea! O winding creeks and rivers!

Of you O woods and fields! of you strong mountains of my land!

Of you O prairies! of you gray rocks!

O morning red! O clouds! O rain and snows!

O day and night, passage to you!

O sun and moon and all you stars! Sirius and Jupiter!
Passage to you!

Passage, immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins!
Away O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!

Cut the hawsers-haul out-shake out every sail!

Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?

Sail forth-steer for the deep waters only,

Reckless O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me,
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go,
And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.

O my brave soul!

O farther, farther sail!

O daring joy but safe! are they not all the seas of God? O farther, farther, farther sail!

...

III. BIDDING PRAYER FOR OUR COUNTRY

INVITATION TO PRAYER

(Dearly beloved Brethren :)

not by the traditions of its history

nor by the splendor of its corporate achievements nor by the abstract excellence of its Constitution, but by its fitness to make MEN,

to beget and educate human character, to contribute to the complete humanity the perfect MAN that is to be,

by this alone each nation must be judged today!

The nations are the golden candlesticks
which hold aloft the glory of the Lord.
No candlestick can be so rich or venerable
that men shall honor it, if it hold no candle:
"Show us your man," land crieth to land. . .

(Wherefore I do) ask for your prayers on behalf (of our country and nation):

that on the manifold and wondrous chance which God is

giving her;

on her (blessed achieved) freedom;

on her unconstrained religious life;

on her passion for education;

and her eager search for truth;

on her zealous care for the poor man's rights and opportunities;

on her quiet homes where the future generations of men are

growing;

on her manufactories and her commerce;

on her wide gates open to the east and to the west;

on her strange meeting of the races

out of which a new race is slowly being formed;

on her vast enterprise and her illimitable hopefulness;

on all these materials and machineries of manhood;

on all that the life of our country must mean for humanity,

I (do) ask you here to pray, (with passionate patriotic instance

and fervor)

that the blessing of God, the Father of man,

and of Christ, the Son of man, may rest forever.