If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest
'Twould not be you, Niagara—nor you, ye limitless prairies—nor
Nor you, Yosemite—nor Yellowstone, with all its spasmic geyser-
Nor Oregon's white cones—nor Huron's belt of mighty lakes—
—This seething hemisphere's humanity, as now, I'd name— the
(The heart of it not in the chosen—the act itself the main, the
The stretch of North and South arous'd—sea-board and inland
The final ballot-shower from East to West—the paradox and con-
The countless snow-flakes falling—(a swordless conflict,
Yet more than all Rome's wars of old, or modern Napoleon's:)
Or good or ill humanity—welcoming the darker odds, the dross:
—Foams and ferments the wine? it serves to purify—while the
These stormy gusts and winds waft precious ships,
Swell'd Washington's, Jefferson's, Lincoln's sails.
With a huge grin on my face I enthusiastically said "CONGRATULATIONS!" to them as they passed by us on their way out of the office. They looked up surprised and said "Thanks!" What an immediate, in-your-face example of what we were just about to vote about! This Prop 8 issue on our California ballot, about taking away marriage rights from a certain group of our fellow citizens. I surely do hope that it is does not pass. As my husband said: "Aren't there a whole lot of other issues worth the time, energy and money spent on this? Didn't our state supreme court already decide this issue once and for all?" And as my son asked: "So, Mom, did seeing them get married make you feel like you needed to divorce dad and go get gay-married?" Of course not, that's why I voted no on proposition 8.