Walt Whitman - Washington's Monument, February, 1885 lyrics

Ah, not this marble, dead and cold: Far from its base and shaft expanding—the round zones circling Comprehending Thou, Washington, art all the world's, the continents' entire— Not yours alone, America Europe's as well, in every part, castle of lord or laborer's cot Or frozen North, or sultry South—the African's—the Arab's in His tent Old Asia's there with venerable smile, seated amid her ruins; (Greets the antique the hero new? 'tis but the same—the heir Legitimate, continued ever The indomitable heart and arm—proofs of the never-broken Line Courage, alertness, patience, faith, the same—e'en in defeat Defeated not, the same:) Wherever sails a ship, or house is built on land, or day or night Through teeming cities' streets, indoors or out, factories or farms Now, or to come, or past—where patriot wills existed or exist Wherever Freedom, pois'd by Toleration, sway'd by Law Stands or is rising thy true monument