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I visit the orchards of God and look at the spheric productAnd look at quintillions ripened, and look at quintillions green.
And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud.
If you want me again look for me under your boot soles.
I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo, The hundred & fifty are dumb yet at Alamo.
Battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.
ThoughtOf equality- as if it harm'd me, giving others the same chancesand rights as myself- as if it were not indispensable to my own rights that others possess the same.
The untold want, by life and land ne'er granted, Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find.
I think I will do nothing for a long time but listen, And accrue what I hear into myself...and let sound contribute toward me.
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering, High in the purer, happier air.
Of Equality--as if it harm'd me, giving others the same chances and rights as myself--as if it were not indispensable to my own rights that others possess the same.
Give me such shows--give me the streets of Manhattan!
Why should I be afraid to trust myself to you? I am not afraid, I have been well brought forward by you...
I do not snivel that snivel the world over, That months are vacuums and the ground but wallow and filth, That life is a suck and a sell, and nothing remains at the end but threadbare crape and tears.
O you youths, Western youths, So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship, Plain I see you Western youths, see you tramping with the foremost, Pioneers! O pioneers!
Urge and urge and urge, Always the procreant urge of the world.
Only themselves understand themselves and the like of themselves, As souls only understand souls.
Resist much, obey little.
For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We, the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers!
Or may-be one who is puzzled at me.As if I were not puzzled at myself!
Peace is always beautiful.