Classic Poem

I see the people out on the plains--from the distance they call to me.
Come and march with us for a day, and be one of the people of the
plains. Floating along with the winds that blow--the great human sea.

I love the sage and the vintage that grow, and the oaks that stand in
chains. I love the music sung with the wings of the dust through the
fields of chaffing grains, shadowed beneath the azure light of the
hill's refrains.

Move, you angels of speed, across the white serenes. You rocks of earth
stand still. You seas that lash with a turbulent rage shall all obey my
will. I will watch by the things that strive and love, till all the
earth be filled.

You teeming hosts a' moving on--I love the things of life. You serene
glories of the sun's meridian gleam across the extending plains of
white; that love and live in the dust of the earth, beneath the sun's
great light.

Move you children with the speed of fire; I love those wings that sing
in their strength, and might. Haste the speed of the soul that the
living mind be right, you things that live in the light of the day--I
hate the things of night.

Gather on the plains like clouds all spectered with black and gray. The
things of speed shall dwell sublime, though the things that wait shall
pass away. I shall call to those of my own in the midst of the sea; I
shall wait for those that pray.

There is a light that shines with those that tell of the speed and
power. Of the soul that hastens to the things of right in the days of
their fleeting hours. Of the things that live in the love of light you
people that is of power.

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