THE PRAIRIES (_and an Undeliver'd Speech_)

At a large popular meeting at Topeka--the Kansas State Silver Wedding,

fifteen or twenty thousand people--I had been erroneously bill'd

to deliver a poem. As I seem'd to be made much of, and wanted to be

good-natured, I hastily pencill'd out the following little speech.

Unfortunately, (or fortunately,) I had such a good time and rest, and

talk and dinner, with the U. boys, that I let the hours slip away and

didn't drive over to the meeting and speak my piece. But here it is just

the same:

"My friends, your bills announce me as giving a poem; but I have no

poem--have composed none for this occasion. And I can honestly say I am

now glad of it. Under these skies resplendent in September beauty--amid

the peculiar landscape you are used to, but which is new to me--these

interminable and stately prairies--in the freedom and vigor and sane

enthusiasm of this perfect western air and autumn sunshine--it seems

to me a poem would be almost an impertinence. But if you care to have a

word from me, I should speak it about these very prairies; they impress

me most, of all the objective shows I see or have seen on this, my first

real visit to the West. As I have roll'd rapidly hither for more than

a thousand miles, through fair Ohio, through bread-raising Indiana and

Illinois--through ample Missouri, that contains and raises everything;

as I have partially explor'd your charming city during the last two

days, and, standing on Oread hill, by the university, have launch'd my

view across broad expanses of living green, in every direction--I have

again been most impress'd, I say, and shall remain for the rest of my

life most impress'd, with that feature of the topography of your western

central world--that vast Something, stretching out on its own unbounded

scale, unconfined, which there is in these prairies, combining the real

and ideal, and beautiful as dreams.

"I wonder indeed if the people of this continental inland West know how

much of first-class _art_ they have in these prairies--how original and

all your own--how much of the influences of a character for your future

humanity, broad, patriotic, heroic and new? how entirely they tally on

land the grandeur and superb monotony of the skies of heaven, and the

ocean with its waters? how freeing, soothing, nourishing they are to the

soul?

"Then is it not subtly they who have given us our leading modern

Americans, Lincoln and Grant?--vast-spread, average men--their

foregrounds of character altogether practical and real, yet (to those

who have eyes to see) with finest backgrounds of the ideal, towering

high as any. And do we not see, in them, foreshadowings of the future

races that shall fill these prairies?

"Not but what the Yankee and Atlantic States, and every other

part--Texas, and the States flanking the south-east and the Gulf of

Mexico--the Pacific shore empire--the Territories and Lakes, and the

Canada line (the day is not yet, but it will come, including Canada

entire)--are equally and integrally and indissolubly this Nation, the

_sine qua non_ of the human, political and commercial New World. But

this favor'd central area of (in round numbers) two thousand miles

square seems fated to be the home both of what I would call America's

distinctive ideas and distinctive realities."

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