One Song, America, Before I Go, I'd Sing, O'Er All The Rest, With Trumpet Sound, For Thee - The Future. I'd Sow A Seed For Thee Of Endless Nationality; I'd Fashion Thy Ensemble, Including Body And Soul; I'd Show, Away Ahead, Thy Real Union, And How It May Be Accomplish'D. (The Paths To The House I Seek To Make, But Leave To Those To Come, The House Itself.) Belief I Sing - And Preparation; As Life And Nature Are Not Great With Reference To The Present Only, But Greater Still From What Is Yet To Come, Out Of That Formula For Thee I Sing.