From This Day: Collected & New Sabbath Poems by Wendell Berry 2007 II The nation is a boat, as some have said, ourselves its passengers. How troubling now to ride it drifting down the flow from the old high vision of dignity, freedom, holy writ of habeas corpus, and the land's abundance--down to waste, want, fear, tyranny, torture, caricature of vision in a characterless time, while the abyss whirls below.
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