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it is not wanted,

      The cheerful voice of the public road, the gay fresh sentiment of the road.

      O highway I travel, do you say to me Do not leave me?

      Do you say Venture not—if you leave me you are lost?

      Do you say I am already prepared, I am well-beaten and undenied, adhere to me?

      O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you,

      You express me better than I can express myself,

      You shall be more to me than my poem.

      I think heroic deeds were all conceiv’d in the open air, and all free poems also,

      I think I could stop here myself and do miracles,

      I think whatever I shall meet on the road I shall like, and whoever beholds me shall like me,

      I think whoever I see must be happy.

      5

      From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines,

      Going where I list, my own master total and absolute,

      Listening to others, considering well what they say,

      Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,

      Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.

      I inhale great draughts of space,

      The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are mine.

      I am larger, better than I thought,

      I did not know I held so much goodness.

      All seems beautiful to me,

      can repeat over to men and women You have done such good to me I would do the same to you,

      I will recruit for myself and you as I go,

      I will scatter myself among men and women as I go,

      I will toss a new gladness and roughness among them,

      Whoever denies me it shall not trouble me,

      Whoever accepts me he or she shall be blessed and shall bless me.

      6

      Now if a thousand perfect men were to appear it would not amaze me,

      Now if a thousand beautiful forms of women appear’d it would not astonish me.

      Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons,

      It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.

      Here a great personal deed has room,

      (Such a deed seizes upon the hearts of the whole race of men,

      Its effusion of strength and will overwhelms law and mocks all authority and all argument against it.)

      Here is the test of wisdom,

      Wisdom is not finally tested in schools,

      Wisdom cannot be pass’d from one having it to another not having it,

      Wisdom is of the soul, is not susceptible of proof, is its own proof,

      Applies to all stages and objects and qualities and is content,

      Is the certainty of the reality and immortality of things, and the excellence of things;

      Something there is in the float of the sight of things that provokes it out of the soul.

      Now I re-examine philosophies and religions,

      They may prove well in lecture-rooms, yet not prove at all under the spacious clouds and along the landscape and flowing currents.

      Here is realization,

      Here is a man tallied—he realizes here what he has in him,

      The past, the future, majesty, love—if they are vacant of you, you are vacant of them.

      Only the kernel of every object nourishes;

      Where is he who tears off the husks for you and me?

      Where is he that undoes stratagems and envelopes for you and me?

      Here is adhesiveness, it is not previously fashion’d, it is apropos;

      Do you know what it is as you pass to be loved by strangers?

      Do you know the talk of those turning eye-balls?

      7

      Here is the efflux of the soul,

      The efflux of the soul comes from within through embower’d gates, ever provoking questions,

      These yearnings why are they? these thoughts in the darkness why are they?

      Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me the sunlight expands my blood?

      Why when they leave me do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?

      Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?

      (I think they hang there winter and summer on those trees and always drop fruit as I pass;)

      What is it I interchange so suddenly with strangers?

      What with some driver as I ride on the seat by his side?

      What with some fisherman drawing his seine by the shore as I walk by and pause?

      What gives me to be free to a woman’s and man’s good-will? what gives them to be free to mine?

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      The efflux of the soul is happiness, here is happiness,

      I think it pervades the open air, waiting at all times,

      Now it flows unto us, we are rightly charged.

      Here rises the fluid and attaching character,

      The fluid and attaching character is the freshness and sweetness of man and woman,

      (The herbs of the morning sprout no fresher and sweeter every day out of the roots of themselves, than it sprouts fresh and sweet continually out of itself.)

      Toward the fluid and attaching character exudes the sweat of the love of young and old,

      From it falls distill’d the charm that mocks beauty and attainments,

      Toward it heaves the shuddering longing ache of contact.

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      Allons! whoever you are come travel with me!

      Traveling with me you find what never tires.

      The earth never tires,

      The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first, Nature is rude and incomprehensible at first,

      Be not discouraged, keep on, there are divine things well envelop’d,

      I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.

      Allons! we must not stop here,

      However sweet these laid-up stores, however convenient this dwelling we cannot remain here,

      However shelter’d this port and however calm these waters we must not anchor here,

      However welcome the hospitality that surrounds us we are permitted to receive it but a little while.

      10

      Allons! the inducements shall be greater,

      We will sail pathless and wild seas,

      We will go where winds blow, waves dash, and the Yankee clipper speeds by under full sail.

      Allons! with power, liberty, the earth, the elements,

      Health, defiance, gayety, self-esteem,

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