Towards democracy, S. 76

62 Towards Democracy

brooks run with a wonderful new music under the brambles | and the grass. ‘

[Determined—is the word henceforth—to worship: nothing, no ownership, which is unreal; no title-deeds, . money-smells, respectabilities, authorities ;

To be arrogant, unpersuadable, faithful, free—not unworthy of the trees waving upon the high tops and of the earth rolling through the starlit night.]

Government and laws and police then fall into their places —the earth gives her own laws ; Democracy just begins to open her eyes and peep ! and the rabble of unfaithful bishops, priests, generals, landlords, capitalists, lawyers, kings, queens, patronisers and polite idlers goes scuttling down into general oblivion *

Faithfulness emerges, self-reliance, self-help, passionate comradeship. ;

Freedom emerges, the love of the land—the broad waters, the air, the undulating fields, the flow of cities and the people therein, their faces and the looks of them no less than the rush of the tides and the slow hardy growth of the oak and the tender herbage of spring and stiff clay

and storms and transparent air.

All depends upon a word spoken or unspoken.

The clouds fly overhead still, and the smell of the new-mown grass is wafted by. It comes and recedes again. |

I hear the awful syllable Change, and see all things, qualities, impersonations, gliding from the embraces of their own names; but I hear beyond ;