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The world has many seas, Mediterranean, Atlantic, but

here is the shore of the one ocean.

And here the heavy future hangs like a cloud; the

enormous scene; the enormous games preparing

Weigh on the water and strain the rock; the stage is

here, the play is conceived; the players are

not found.

I saw on the Sierras, up the Kaweah valley above the

That public men publish falsehoods

Is nothing new. That America must accept

Like the historical republics corruption and empire

Has been known for years.

Be angry at the sun for setting

If these things anger you. Watch the wheel slope and turn,

They are all bound on the wheel, these people, those warriors.

This republic, Europe, Asia.