While she unfurled
Her handkerchief and poured the heap of coins out of her hand,
That ‘she was giving all she had—
To be used no matter how, you understand’ ...
Lest harm should come to the new world.
O doubters of democracy,
Undo your mean contemptuous art!—
More than in all that poetry has said,
More than in mound or marble, in the living live the dead.
The past has done its reproductive part.