But when my General pass’d me, As he stood in his boat and look’d toward the coming sun, I saw something different from capitulation.

Terminus

Enough, the Centenarian’s story ends, The two, the past and present, have interchanged, I myself as connecter, as chansonnier of a great future, am now speaking.

And is this the ground Washington trod? And these waters I listlessly daily cross, are these the waters he cross’d, As resolute in defeat as other generals in their proudest triumphs?

I must copy the story, and send it eastward and westward, I must preserve that look as it beam’d on you rivers of Brooklyn.