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one State may under any

       circumstances be subjected to another State,

       And I will make a song that there shall be comity by day and by

       night between all the States, and between any two of them,

       And I will make a song for the ears of the President, full of

       weapons with menacing points,

       And behind the weapons countless dissatisfied faces;

       And a song make I of the One form'd out of all,

       The fang'd and glittering One whose head is over all,

       Resolute warlike One including and over all,

       (However high the head of any else that head is over all.)

       I will acknowledge contemporary lands,

       I will trail the whole geography of the globe and salute courteously

       every city large and small,

       And employments! I will put in my poems that with you is heroism

       upon land and sea,

       And I will report all heroism from an American point of view.

       I will sing the song of companionship,

       I will show what alone must finally compact these,

       I believe these are to found their own ideal of manly love,

       indicating it in me,

       I will therefore let flame from me the burning fires that were

       threatening to consume me,

       I will lift what has too long kept down those smouldering fires,

       I will give them complete abandonment,

       I will write the evangel-poem of comrades and of love,

       For who but I should understand love with all its sorrow and joy?

       And who but I should be the poet of comrades?

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       I am the credulous man of qualities, ages, races,

       I advance from the people in their own spirit,

       Here is what sings unrestricted faith.

       Omnes! omnes! let others ignore what they may,

       I make the poem of evil also, I commemorate that part also,

       I am myself just as much evil as good, and my nation is—and I say

       there is in fact no evil,

       (Or if there is I say it is just as important to you, to the land or

       to me, as any thing else.)

       I too, following many and follow'd by many, inaugurate a religion, I

       descend into the arena,

       (It may be I am destin'd to utter the loudest cries there, the

       winner's pealing shouts,

       Who knows? they may rise from me yet, and soar above every thing.)

       Each is not for its own sake,

       I say the whole earth and all the stars in the sky are for religion's sake.

       I say no man has ever yet been half devout enough,

       None has ever yet adored or worship'd half enough,

       None has begun to think how divine he himself is, and how certain

       the future is.

       I say that the real and permanent grandeur of these States must be

       their religion,

       Otherwise there is just no real and permanent grandeur;

       (Nor character nor life worthy the name without religion,

       Nor land nor man or woman without religion.)

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       What are you doing young man?

       Are you so earnest, so given up to literature, science, art, amours?

       These ostensible realities, politics, points?

       Your ambition or business whatever it may be?

       It is well—against such I say not a word, I am their poet also,

       But behold! such swiftly subside, burnt up for religion's sake,

       For not all matter is fuel to heat, impalpable flame, the essential

       life of the earth,

       Any more than such are to religion.

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       What do you seek so pensive and silent?

       What do you need camerado?

       Dear son do you think it is love?

       Listen dear son—listen America, daughter or son,

       It is a painful thing to love a man or woman to excess, and yet it

       satisfies, it is great,

       But there is something else very great, it makes the whole coincide,

       It, magnificent, beyond materials, with continuous hands sweeps and

       provides for all.

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       Know you, solely to drop in the earth the germs of a greater religion,

       The following chants each for its kind I sing.

       My comrade!

       For you to share with me two greatnesses, and a third one rising

       inclusive and more resplendent,

       The greatness of Love and Democracy, and the greatness of Religion.

       Melange mine own, the unseen and the seen,

       Mysterious ocean where the streams empty,

       Prophetic spirit of materials shifting and flickering around me,

       Living beings, identities now doubtless near us in the air that we

       know not of,

       Contact daily and hourly that will not release me,

       These selecting, these in hints demanded of me.

       Not he with a daily kiss onward from childhood kissing me,

       Has winded and twisted around me that which holds me to him,

       Any more than I am held to the heavens and all the spiritual world,

       After what they have done to me, suggesting themes.

       O such themes—equalities! O divine average!

       Warblings under the sun, usher'd as now, or at noon, or setting,

       Strains musical flowing through ages, now reaching hither,

       I take to your reckless and composite chords, add to them, and

       cheerfully pass them forward.

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       As I have walk'd in Alabama my morning walk,

       I have seen where the she-bird the mocking-bird sat on her nest in

       the briers hatching her brood.

       I have seen the he-bird also,

       I have paus'd to hear him near at hand inflating his throat and

       joyfully singing.

       And while I paus'd it came to me that what he really sang for was

       not there only,

       Nor for his mate nor himself only, nor all sent back by the echoes,

       But subtle, clandestine, away beyond,

       A charge transmitted and gift occult for those being born.

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       Democracy! near at hand to you a throat is now inflating itself and

       joyfully singing.

      

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