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SONG OF THE REDWOOD-TREE.
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A CALIFORNIA song,
A prophecy and indirection, a thought impalpable to breathe as air,
A chorus of dryads, fading, departing, or hamadryads departing,
A murmuring, fateful, giant voice, out of the earth and sky,
Voice of a mighty dying tree in the redwood forest dense.
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Farewell my brethren,
Farewell O earth and sky, farewell ye neighboring waters,
My time has ended, my term has come.
Along the northern coast,
Just back from the rock-bound shore and the caves,
In the saline air from the sea in the Mendocino country,
With the surge for base and accompaniment low and hoarse,
With crackling blows of axes sounding musically driven by strong
arms,
arms,
Riven deep by the sharp tongues of the axes, there in the redwood
forest dense,
forest dense,
I heard the mighty tree its death-chant chanting.
The choppers heard not, the camp shanties echoed not,
The quick-ear'd teamsters and chain and jack-screw men heard
not,
not,
As the wood-spirits came from their haunts of a thousand years to
join the refrain,
join the refrain,
But in my soul I plainly heard.
Murmuring out of its myriad leaves,
Down from its lofty top rising two hundred feet high,
Out of its stalwart trunk and limbs, out of its foot-thick bark,
That chant of the seasons and time, chant not of the past only
but the future.
but the future.
You untold life of me,
And all you venerable and innocent joys,
Perennial hardy life of me with joys 'mid rain and many a
summer sun,
summer sun,
And the white snows and night and the wild winds;
O the great patient rugged joys, my soul's strong joys unreck'd by
man,
man,
(For know I bear the soul befitting me, I too have consciousness,
identity,
identity,
And all the rocks and mountains have, and all the earth,)
Joys of the life befitting me and brothers mine,
Our time, our term has come.
Nor yield we mournfully majestic brothers,
We who have grandly fill'd our time;
With Nature's calm content, with tacit huge delight,
We welcome what we wrought for through the past,
And leave the field for them.
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For them predicted long,
For a superber race, they too to grandly fill their time,
For them we abdicate, in them ourselves ye forest kings!
In them these skies and airs, these mountain peaks, Shasta,
Nevadas,
Nevadas,
These huge precipitous cliffs, this amplitude, these valleys, far
Yosemite,
Yosemite,
To be in them absorb'd, assimilated.
Then to a loftier strain,
Still prouder, more ecstatic rose the chant,
As if the heirs, the deities of the West,
Joining with master-tongue bore part.
Not wan from Asia's fetiches,
Nor red from Europe's old dynastic slaughter-house,
(Area of murder-plots of thrones, with scent left yet of wars and
scaffolds everywhere,)
scaffolds everywhere,)
But come from Nature's long and harmless throes, peacefully
builded thence,
builded thence,
These virgin lands, lands of the Western shore,
To the new culminating man, to you, the empire new,
You promis'd long, we pledge, we dedicate.
You occult deep volitions,
You average spiritual manhood, purpose of all, pois'd on yourself,
giving not taking law,
giving not taking law,
You womanhood divine, mistress and source of all, whence life
and love and aught that comes from life and love,
and love and aught that comes from life and love,
You unseen moral essence of all the vast materials of America,
(age upon age working in death the same as life,)
(age upon age working in death the same as life,)
You that, sometimes known, oftener unknown, really shape and
mould the New World, adjusting it to Time and Space,
mould the New World, adjusting it to Time and Space,
You hidden national will lying in your abysms, conceal'd but ever
alert,
alert,
You past and present purposes tenaciously pursued, may-be uncon-
scious of yourselves,
scious of yourselves,
Unswerv'd by all the passing errors, perturbations of the surface;
You vital, universal, deathless germs, beneath all creeds, arts,
statutes, literatures,
statutes, literatures,
Here build your homes for good, establish here, these areas entire,
lands of the Western shore,
lands of the Western shore,
We pledge, we dedicate to you.
For man of you, your characteristic race,
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Here may he hardy, sweet, gigantic grow, here tower proportion-
ate to Nature,
ate to Nature,
Here climb the vast pure spaces unconfined, uncheck'd by wall or
roof,
roof,
Here laugh with storm or sun, here joy, here patiently inure,
Here heed himself, unfold himself, (not others' formulas heed,)
here fill his time,
here fill his time,
To duly fall, to aid, unreck'd at last,
To disappear, to serve.
Thus on the northern coast,
In the echo of teamsters' calls and the clinking chains, and the
music of choppers' axes,
music of choppers' axes,
The falling trunk and limbs, the crash, the muffled shriek, the
groan,
groan,
Such words combined from the redwood-tree, as of voices ecstatic,
ancient and rustling,
ancient and rustling,
The century-lasting, unseen dryads, singing, withdrawing,
All their recesses of forests and mountains leaving,
From the Cascade range to the Wahsatch, or Idaho far, or Utah,
To the deities of the modern henceforth yielding,
The chorus and indications, the vistas of coming humanity, the
settlements, features all,
settlements, features all,
In the Mendocino woods I caught.
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The flashing and golden pageant of California,
The sudden and gorgeous drama, the sunny and ample lands,
The long and varied stretch from Puget sound to Colorado south,
Lands bathed in sweeter, rarer, healthier air, valleys and mountain
cliffs,
cliffs,
The fields of Nature long prepared and fallow, the silent, cyclic
chemistry,
chemistry,
The slow and steady ages plodding, the unoccupied surface ripen-
ing, the rich ores forming beneath;
ing, the rich ores forming beneath;
At last the New arriving, assuming, taking possession,
A swarming and busy race settling and organizing everywhere,
Ships coming in from the whole round world, and going out to
the whole world,
the whole world,
To India and China and Australia and the thousand island para-
dises of the Pacific,
dises of the Pacific,
Populous cities, the latest inventions, the steamers on the rivers,
the railroads, with many a thrifty farm, with machinery,
the railroads, with many a thrifty farm, with machinery,
And wool and wheat and the grape, and diggings of yellow gold.
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But more in you than these, lands of the Western shore,
(These but the means, the implements, the standing-ground,)
I see in you, certain to come, the promise of thousands of years,
till now deferr'd,
till now deferr'd,
Promis'd to be fulfill'd, our common kind, the race.
The new society at last, proportionate to Nature,
In man of you, more than your mountain peaks or stalwart trees
imperial,
imperial,
In woman more, far more, than all your gold or vines, or even
vital air.
vital air.
Fresh come, to a new world indeed, yet long prepared,
I see the genius of the modern, child of the real and ideal,
Clearing the ground for broad humanity, the true America, heir
of the past so grand,
of the past so grand,
To build a grander future.