Towards democracy

TOWARDS DEMOCRACY

The sun, the moon and the stars, the grass, the water that fiows round the earth, and the light air of heaven:

To You greeting. I too stand behind these and send you word across them.

| aca at last ! Long sought, long prayed for—ages and ages long:

The burden to which I continually return, seated here thick-booted and obvious yet dead and buried and passed into heaven, unsearchable; ;

[How know you indeed but what I have passed into you ?|

And Joy, beginning but without ending—the journey of journeys—Thought laid quietly aside:

These things I, writing, translate for you—I wipe a mirror and place it in your hands,

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The sun shines, as of old; the stars look down from heayen; the moon, crescent, sails in the twilight; on bushy tops in the warm nights, naked, with mad dance and song, the earth-children address themselves to love ;