More and more too, the old name absorbs into me. Mannahatta, 'the place encircled by many swift tides and sparkling waters.' How fit a name for America's great democratic island city! The word itself, how beautiful! how aboriginal! how it seems to rise with tall spires, glistening in sunshine, with such New World atmosphere, vista and action!

I speak the password primeval; I give the sign of democracy.

Afoot and lighthearted I take to the open road, healthy, free, the world before me.

The work for giants...to serve well the guns!

O joy of suffering! To struggle against great odds! to meet enemies undaunted! To be entirely alone with them! to find how much one can stand! To look strife, torture, prison, popular odium, death, face to face! To mount the scaffold! to advance to the muzzles of guns with perfect nonchalance! To be indeed a God!

For all these new and evolutionary facts, meanings, purposes, new poetic messages, new forms and expressions, are inevitable.

Here is not merely a nation but a teeming nation of nations.