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subordinated at your tasks!

      You Jew journeying in your old age through every risk to stand once on Syrian ground!

      You other Jews waiting in all lands for your Messiah!

      You thoughtful Armenian pondering by some stream of the Euphrates! you peering amid the ruins of Nineveh! you ascending mount Ararat!

      You foot-worn pilgrim welcoming the far-away sparkle of the minarets of Mecca!

      You sheiks along the stretch from Suez to Bab-el-mandeb ruling your families and tribes!

      You olive-grower tending your fruit on fields of Nazareth, Damascus, or lake Tiberias!

      You Thibet trader on the wide inland or bargaining in the shops of Lassa!

      You Japanese man or woman! you liver in Madagascar, Ceylon, Sumatra, Borneo!

      All you continentals of Asia, Africa, Europe, Australia, indifferent of place!

      All you on the numberless islands of the archipelagoes of the sea!

      And you of centuries hence when you listen to me!

      And you each and everywhere whom I specify not, but include just the same!

      Health to you! good will to you all, from me and America sent!

      Each of us inevitable,

      Each of us limitless—each of us with his or her right upon the earth,

      Each of us allow’d the eternal purports of the earth,

      Each of us here as divinely as any is here.

      12

      You Hottentot with clicking palate! you woolly-hair’d hordes!

      You own’d persons dropping sweat-drops or blood-drops!

      You human forms with the fathomless ever-impressive countenances of brutes!

      You poor koboo whom the meanest of the rest look down upon for all your glimmering language and spirituality!

      You dwarf’d Kamtschatkan, Greenlander, Lapp!

      You Austral negro, naked, red, sooty, with protrusive lip, groveling, seeking your food!

      You Caffre, Berber, Soudanese!

      You haggard, uncouth, untutor’d Bedowee!

      You plague-swarms in Madras, Nankin, Kaubul, Cairo!

      You benighted roamer of Amazonia! you Patagonian! you Feejeeman!

      I do not prefer others so very much before you either,

      I do not say one word against you, away back there where you stand,

      (You will come forward in due time to my side.)

      13

      My spirit has pass’d in compassion and determination around the whole earth,

      I have look’d for equals and lovers and found them ready for me in all lands,

      I think some divine rapport has equalized me with them.

      You vapors, I think I have risen with you, moved away to distant continents, and fallen down there, for reasons,

      I think I have blown with you you winds;

      You waters I have finger’d every shore with you,

      I have run through what any river or strait of the globe has run through,

      I have taken my stand on the bases of peninsulas and on the high embedded rocks, to cry thence:

      What cities the light or warmth penetrates I penetrate those cities myself,

      All islands to which birds wing their way I wing my way myself.

      Toward you all, in America’s name,

      I raise high the perpendicular hand, I make the signal,

      To remain after me in sight forever,

      For all the haunts and homes of men.

      BOOK VII

      Song of the Open Road

      1

      Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,

      Healthy, free, the world before me,

      The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.

      Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,

      Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,

      Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,

      Strong and content I travel the open road.

      The earth, that is sufficient,

      I do not want the constellations any nearer,

      I know they are very well where they are,

      I know they suffice for those who belong to them.

      (Still here I carry my old delicious burdens,

      I carry them, men and women, I carry them with me wherever I go,

      I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them,

      I am fill’d with them, and I will fill them in return.)

      2

      You road I enter upon and look around, I believe you are not all that is here,

      I believe that much unseen is also here.

      Here the profound lesson of reception, nor preference nor denial,

      The black with his woolly head, the felon, the diseas’d, the illiterate person, are not denied;

      The birth, the hasting after the physician, the beggar’s tramp, the drunkard’s stagger, the laughing party of mechanics,

      The escaped youth, the rich person’s carriage, the fop, the eloping couple,

      The early market-man, the hearse, the moving of furniture into the town, the return back from the town,

      They pass, I also pass, any thing passes, none can be interdicted,

      None but are accepted, none but shall be dear to me.

      3

      You air that serves me with breath to speak!

      You objects that call from diffusion my meanings and give them shape!

      You light that wraps me and all things in delicate equable showers!

      You paths worn in the irregular hollows by the roadsides!

      I believe you are latent with unseen existences, you are so dear to me.

      You flagg’d walks of the cities! you strong curbs at the edges!

      You ferries! you planks and posts of wharves! you timber-lined side! you distant ships!

      You rows of houses! you window-pierc’d facades! you roofs!

      You porches and entrances! you copings and iron guards!

      You windows whose transparent shells might expose so much!

      You doors and ascending steps! you arches!

      You gray stones of interminable pavements! you trodden crossings!

      From all that has touch’d you I believe you have imparted to yourselves, and now would impart the same secretly to me,

      From the living and the dead you have peopled your impassive surfaces, and the spirits thereof would be evident and amicable with me.

      4

      The earth expanding right hand and left hand,

      The picture alive, every part in its best light,

      The music falling in where it

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