Masses


AMONG the mountains I wandered and saw blue haze and
Red crag and was amazed;
On the beach where the long push under the endless tide
Maneuvers, I stood silent;
Under the stars on the prairie watching the Dipper slant
Over the horizon’s grass, I was full of thoughts.
Great men, pageants of war and labor, soldiers and workers,
Mothers lifting their children these all I
Touched, and felt the solemn thrill of them.
And then one day I got a true look at the Poor, millions
Of the Poor, patient and toiling; more patient than
Crags, tides, and stars; innumerable, patient as the
Darkness of night and all broken, humble ruins of nations.


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