As I walk these broad majestic days of peace, (For the war, the struggle of blood finish’d, wherein, O terrific Ideal, Against vast odds erewhile having gloriously won, Now thou stridest on, yet perhaps in time toward denser wars, Perhaps to engage in time in still more dreadful contests, dangers, Longer campaigns and crises, labors beyond all others,) Around me I hear that éclat of the world, politics, produce, The announcements of recognized things, science, The approved growth of cities and the spread of inventions.
I see the ships, (they will last a few years,) The vast factories with their foremen and workmen, And hear the endorsement of all, and do not object to it.