Introduction: Ecocosmic “Prescience” in Liberty Hyde Bailey’s Outlook
As the environmental humanities grapple with the forces fueling climate change and planetary mass extinction, scholars have sought to amplify and articulate disanthropocentric and ecocentric counterepistemologies to uncritical scientism and petrocapitalism. To that end, a drumbeat of articles, book chapters, and conference papers over the past two decades have called for a reassessment of the literary-philosophical writings of Liberty Hyde Bailey (1858–1954), the farm-raised horticulturist and rural reformer who founded the College of Agriculture at Cornell University and chaired the Commission on Country Life under President Theodore Roosevelt. That reassessment has led to two Bailey anthologies (Jack; Stempien and Linstrom) and the launch of The Liberty Hyde Bailey Library from Cornell University Press. The overarching recuperative project hinges on reading beyond Bailey the scientist, recovering Bailey the humanist. While believing in the democratizing potential of the scientific method, provided that common people were empowered (through university extension) to practice and apply it themselves, Bailey also argued that the sciences alone were insufficient to the pursuit of truth and a better world (Peters, “Every Farmer”). A serious consideration of his poetry helps illuminate the nuances of Bailey’s complex “earth-philosophy” (Universal Service 16). His most ambitious poem, Outlook, appearing here in a “corrected” edition for the first time, mobilizes an interspecies ethic and speculative poetics to challenge the competing dogmatisms of both religious fundamentalism and techno-optimistic scientism.
Partial and inaccurate readings led to several dismissive appraisals of Bailey in the 1970s and 1990s, throwing environmental history off his trail. More recent recuperative readings identify in Bailey a robust critique of the Progressive Era’s efficiency-obsessed technocracy, complemented by the articulation of a philosophically pragmatic project of worldview transition toward planetary ecoconsciousness (Morgan and Peters, esp. 450–52).Footnote 1 But Bailey’s poetry remains particularly understudied.
Bailey envisioned a “new nature poetry” that could help galvanize rural reform (Outlook to Nature 25). His arguments for integrating poetry into children’s nature-study curricula pitted him against scientific colleagues, but he thought “the poetic interpretation of nature” could help propel a movement toward sustainable agriculture and a corresponding rural revitalization (Nature-Study Idea 149–54; see Linstrom, “‘It’” 43–52). In The Outlook to Nature (1905), he theorizes that the book’s titular orientation, informed by evolutionary science, practical experience, and the arts, could bring country and city together around a strengthened awareness of interdependence with nature. He had seen the poetic interpretation of nature facilitate this “nature-sympathy.” When sharing canonical nineteenth-century poetry with his farm-bred agriculture students, he often found them receptive, if initially wary, and eventually moved: “as full of sentiment as an egg of meat” (28).
In this populist context, Bailey’s ecopoetics were idiosyncratically modernist, sounding “uncannily familiar to those who know something of the development of modernist verse” and anticipating modernism’s canonical manifestos (Schultze 65–66). He wanted poetry composed of “short, sharp, quick, direct word-pictures that shall place the object before us as vividly as the painter would outline some strong simple figure with a few bold strokes of his brush” (Bailey, Outlook to Nature 19).
Some of Bailey’s own poems modeled this modernist-naturalist poetics, eliciting both praise from the modernist critic William Marion Reedy and popular reception in the rural periodicals where Bailey frequently published (Reedy 760; Kates), but he also wrote philosophical poems, such as Outlook. Unlike his modernist contemporaries, Bailey embraced a certain continuity with the Romantic tradition, but the “new nature poetry” would ground Transcendental metaphysics in experience. Accepting Ralph Waldo Emerson’s injunction to “hitch your wagon to a star,” Bailey playfully amends, “a person must have the wagon before he has the star, and he must take due care to stay in the wagon when he rides in space” (Nature-Study Idea 88). His philosophical poems, like Outlook, owe their musicality and cosmic vision to Romantics like Emerson, Walt Whitman, and Edgar Allan Poe, the latter having been among his favorite poets (E. Bailey 31).
Self-published as a chapbook in 1911, Outlook distills the earth-philosophy of The Outlook to Nature, which itself was condensed and revised that same year to become the first of Bailey’s four-volume Rural Outlook Set. The poetic composition and prose revision may have occurred simultaneously and share significant imagery; perhaps the two were companion volumes. (The prose book is projected to be published in a new edition from Cornell University Press in 2026.) In the poem, Bailey’s speaker recounts his intellectual evolution: he is released from inherited religious dogmatism and anthropocentric alienation through working contact with the land and an embrace of both scientific methods (interspecies kinship apprehended through the study of evolution) and a speculative-poetic imagination (forecasting contact with Mars, for instance), finally arriving at elemental peace with the “confounding” complexity of nature’s “everlasting silences” (line 69).
The poem was never reprinted in full. Of nine known copies in public collections, one at the Liberty Hyde Bailey Museum bears several corrections in Bailey’s hand. The most critical revision is the word “science” changed to “prescience” in the line “For some far time will prescience open wide the vista vast” (line 99). Prescience transcends dogmatic scientism—simultaneously a future-oriented vision and that which comes before, pre-, science.
Read today, Outlook’s ecocosmic critique still refuses the twin dogmatisms of scientism and fundamentalist religion, reorienting toward a radical ethic of more-than-human evolutionary “kinship”: “man and brute and wood / All set in one vast fellowhood…. A kinship that encompasseth the universe / Wherein will all our feeble cults disperse” (lines 38–39, 111–12). The poem does not explicitly link this cult-dissolving, cosmic kinship to the dismantling of systems of racialized, gendered, and economic forms of oppression—it might, among those “feeble cults,” imply the dissolution of “white survival and control,” as Dixa Ramírez-D’Oleo advocates in her critique of the kinship trope (7), but without describing “what comes after the (white) human” (61). Yet Outlook remains worthy of study for providing a metaphysical foundation to Bailey’s actual coalition-building work with Black-led and women-led nature-study movements (Linstrom, “‘It’” 48–50, 37–39). As technocratic and reductionist impulses threaten to subsume justice-centered and nature-based responses to today’s climate crisis, there are lessons for our time in the study of counterepistemologies to similarly atomizing Progressive Era impulses. Bailey provides such a case study.
CorrectedFootnote 1
“In Adam’s fall
We sinnèd all”
They told me when my years were young;
And deep with pain my heart was stung
That we were banished all to woe,
Nor understood why we should thus be disciplined
Because some other one had grossly sinned
Six thousand years ago.Footnote 2
No power have we
Ourselves to free
From out this thrall,
Miserable sinners all;
For all the race is downward doomed
From high estate,
Mankind is lost, its hopes consumed
By guilt innate,
And at the last
Our convict souls on hell are cast.
If we attain to paradise
Some other one must make amends
And must avert these awful ends
By mortal sacrifice.
Years have come and gone since then
And I have wandered far from homes of men
In deep strong woods and fragrant fields
Where every rising morning yields
A world uncursed and new.
The meadows green, the heavens blue,
The noonday heat, the morning dew,
The winds that roam the great groves through,
The beast and fin and feathered crew,—
They bear no mark of fateful trend
To perdition or doom-end—
All lead me out to fearless view
A deepening hold on life construe
For what they teach I hold is true.
They teach that all the world is goodFootnote 3
Alike for man and brute and wood
All set in one vast fellowhood,
Nor innate guilt appears;
That all the tribes are onward bound
Ascended each from lower round
Prophetic of uprising forms
That shall accord to higher norms,
And in them all no wreck inheres;
Some better man than yet may come
Old earth is still not dead or dumb,—
The kinds and races are outpast
And every one unto itself is better than the last:Footnote 4
So,
I trust my lot
As my ways are trod,
And I blaspheme not
The pèrfecting works of God;
And I build my holy fires
Where every living thing aspires.
And I am I;
Dominion unto me is givenFootnote 5
As the fertile years go by
To win my way to heaven.
Myself I must redeem—
All nature helps me on
And all good saints of here and yon—
My soul must be supreme.
Within myself my kingdom lies
Nor any fatal faiths shall blind my eyes
When my soul would take its wings and rise,
For all nature disregards our small philosophies
And confounds them with her everlasting silences.
The creatures live their parts complete;Footnote 6
To them there is no blank defeat
Or canker set against the heart:
So shall I take my eager part
In the great program
And let there be no weak repine
And no self-annulment mine
Where I am,—
But may there be some good conquest
That I shall win with trust and zest
Where all things are divine.
Nor are we blind
Hope lies not behind
Ever new is the language nature speaks—
We live not with the Greeks;Footnote 7
The earth and sky stretch on and on
With web of law and mystery
Yet bear some healing benison
To consecrate my sins to me—
We find a goodly harmony
When nature holds the mastery.
I break not with the past.
I stead myself in all the things of yore
In all mankind’s long climb and all the sacred lore,
And then I outward look to what lies on before.
From first unto the last
Some mighty essence runs,
It moveth in the worlds and riseth in the suns:
Its scheme I would forecast,
For some far time will prescienceFootnote 8 open wide the vista vast
And let us see the chart whereon our ways are cast.—
When I consider the heavens, the stars, and the moon
My spirit out-wings its small forenoon
With pride of master and man
To partake in the plan.
Not too much do I look within
Within the barren circle of one’s moodsFootnote 9
We helpless gaze unto the stars;
But some great day we shall in signal be with MarsFootnote 10
And in a twinkling shall sense a wider brotherhood
Than any man hath ever understood,—
A kinship that encompasseth the universe
Wherein will all our feeble cults disperse
And all the worlds our neighbors be
In one vast fraternity.
New visions will outlift the raceFootnote 11
As we identify ourselves in space
And achieve the meaning of the whole
In some new splendor of the soul;
Old formulas will readjust,
And calmer still will be our trust
When our shrinking fears shall cease
And we discover our release
From all vagary and caprice;
And everywhere shall God appear
In our serene abiding here.
And closer then on earth the ties
When free of doubt and all disguise
Their common end men recognize
And in one wholesome effort rise.
’Tis not for time alone I seek
’Tis not for hope or joy I speak,
I fly beyond all things we know
To understand why all is so—
I must be free:
Why should I fear to look when I have eyes to see?
Then casting all reserve aside
To know things as they are,
The order in the world’s my guide
Its process is my star:
The planets and the systems ply—
If they are safe, then so am I.
I fear no ill where I shall range
Nor lose my bearings when my forms of hope shall change.
There may be worlds about us that we cannot apprehend
Existencies that all our hopes and days transcend:
These may take us hence
Into some super-sense
And this may be our great sequence.
So,
I hail the brother soul
Who rides with me this whirling world
Through the waiting spaces hurled;
So I let the cycles roll
While this tiny sand-grain sphere
SpinsFootnote 12 its little shining year.
And so will my days possess
No aching void of loneliness
Because my world has larger grown,
But fuller be as they unfold
With the gladness lived of old
And with the ranges then unknown.
Quietly the rain-drops fall
And tirelessly the white winds call;
So,
I live and love as seasons fly
And then, O Teacher, here am I.
I stand within the cosmic sea
And dreadless wait my destiny—
I stand with bird and beast and tree
And all the things unbondFootnote 13 and free,
For they and I and all together
Pass on in space and time and weather.Footnote 14

Fig. 1. Page 8 of Bailey’s corrected copy of Outlook.

Fig. 2. Detail from a scrap of paper that Bailey apparently glued into the corrected copy of Outlook.