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      Not doubt, not decease shall dare to lay finger upon you,

      I have embraced you, and henceforth possess you to myself,

      And when you rise in the morning you will find what I tell you is so.

      41

      I am he bringing help for the sick as they pant on their backs,

      And for strong upright men I bring yet more needed help.

      I heard what was said of the universe,

      Heard it and heard it of several thousand years;

      It is middling well as far as it goes—but is that all?

      Magnifying and applying come I,

      Outbidding at the start the old cautious hucksters,

      Taking myself the exact dimensions of Jehovah,

      Lithographing Kronos, Zeus his son, and Hercules his grandson,

      Buying drafts of Osiris, Isis, Belus, Brahma, Buddha,

      In my portfolio placing Manito loose, Allah on a leaf, the crucifix engraved,

      With Odin and the hideous-faced Mexitli and every idol and image,

      Taking them all for what they are worth and not a cent more,

      Admitting they were alive and did the work of their days,

      (They bore mites as for unfledg’d birds who have now to rise and fly and sing for themselves,)

      Accepting the rough deific sketches to fill out better in myself, bestowing them freely on each man and woman I see,

      Discovering as much or more in a framer framing a house,

      Putting higher claims for him there with his roll’d-up sleeves driving the mallet and chisel,

      Not objecting to special revelations, considering a curl of smoke or a hair on the back of my hand just as curious as any revelation,

      Lads ahold of fire-engines and hook-and-ladder ropes no less to me than the gods of the antique wars,

      Minding their voices peal through the crash of destruction,

      Their brawny limbs passing safe over charr’d laths, their white foreheads whole and unhurt out of the flames;

      By the mechanic’s wife with her babe at her nipple interceding for every person born,

      Three scythes at harvest whizzing in a row from three lusty angels with shirts bagg’d out at their waists,

      The snag-tooth’d hostler with red hair redeeming sins past and to come,

      Selling all he possesses, traveling on foot to fee lawyers for his brother and sit by him while he is tried for forgery;

      What was strewn in the amplest strewing the square rod about me, and not filling the square rod then,

      The bull and the bug never worshipp’d half enough,

      Dung and dirt more admirable than was dream’d,

      The supernatural of no account, myself waiting my time to be one of the supremes,

      The day getting ready for me when I shall do as much good as the best, and be as prodigious;

      By my life-lumps! becoming already a creator,

      Putting myself here and now to the ambush’d womb of the shadows.

      42

      A call in the midst of the crowd,

      My own voice, orotund sweeping and final.

      Come my children,

      Come my boys and girls, my women, household and intimates,

      Now the performer launches his nerve, he has pass’d his prelude on the reeds within.

      Easily written loose-finger’d chords—I feel the thrum of your climax and close.

      My head slues round on my neck,

      Music rolls, but not from the organ,

      Folks are around me, but they are no household of mine.

      Ever the hard unsunk ground,

      Ever the eaters and drinkers, ever the upward and downward sun, ever the air and the ceaseless tides,

      Ever myself and my neighbors, refreshing, wicked, real,

      Ever the old inexplicable query, ever that thorn’d thumb, that breath of itches and thirsts,

      Ever the vexer’s hoot! hoot! till we find where the sly one hides and bring him forth,

      Ever love, ever the sobbing liquid of life,

      Ever the bandage under the chin, ever the trestles of death.

      Here and there with dimes on the eyes walking,

      To feed the greed of the belly the brains liberally spooning,

      Tickets buying, taking, selling, but in to the feast never once going,

      Many sweating, ploughing, thrashing, and then the chaff for payment receiving,

      A few idly owning, and they the wheat continually claiming.

      This is the city and I am one of the citizens,

      Whatever interests the rest interests me, politics, wars, markets, newspapers, schools,

      The mayor and councils, banks, tariffs, steamships, factories, stocks, stores, real estate and personal estate.

      The little plentiful manikins skipping around in collars and tail’d coats

      I am aware who they are, (they are positively not worms or fleas,)

      I acknowledge the duplicates of myself, the weakest and shallowest is deathless with me,

      What I do and say the same waits for them,

      Every thought that flounders in me the same flounders in them.

      I know perfectly well my own egotism,

      Know my omnivorous lines and must not write any less,

      And would fetch you whoever you are flush with myself.

      Not words of routine this song of mine,

      But abruptly to question, to leap beyond yet nearer bring;

      This printed and bound book—but the printer and the printing-office boy?

      The well-taken photographs—but your wife or friend close and solid in your arms?

      The black ship mail’d with iron, her mighty guns in her turrets—but the pluck of the captain and engineers?

      In the houses the dishes and fare and furniture—but the host and hostess, and the look out of their eyes?

      The sky up there—yet here or next door, or across the way?

      The saints and sages in history—but you yourself?

      Sermons, creeds, theology—but the fathomless human brain,

      And what is reason? and what is love? and what is life?

      43

      I do not despise you priests, all time, the world over,

      My faith is the greatest of faiths and the least of faiths,

      Enclosing worship ancient and modern and all between ancient and modern,

      Believing I shall come again upon the earth after five thousand years,

      Waiting responses from oracles, honoring the gods, saluting the sun,

      Making a fetich of the first rock or stump, powowing with sticks in the circle of obis,

      Helping the llama or brahmin as he trims the lamps of the idols,

      Dancing

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