For the brood beyond us and of us,
For those who belong here, and those to come,
I, exultant, to be ready for them, will now shake out carols and
haughtier than have ever yet been heard upon earth.
For those who belong here, and those to come,
I, exultant, to be ready for them, will now shake out carols and
haughtier than have ever yet been heard upon earth.
Whitman
