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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.

Listen! I will be honest with you,
I do not offer the old smooth prizes, but offer rough new

prizes,
These are the days that must happen to you:
You shall not heap up what is call'd riches,
You shall scatter with lavish hand all that you earn or achieve,
You but arrive at the city to which you were destin'd, you

hardly settle yourself to satisfaction before you are callid

by an irresistible call to depart, You shall be treated to the ironical smiles and mockings

of those who remain behind you, What beckonings of love you receive you shall only an

swer with passionate kisses of parting, You shall not allow the hold of those who spread their

reach'd hands toward you.

Allons ! after the great Companions, and to belong to

them! They too are on the road - they are the swift and majes

tic men they are the greatest women, Enjoyers of calms of seas and storms of seas, Sailors of many a ship, walkers of many a mile of land, Habitués of many distant countries, habitués of far-distant

dwellings, Trusters of men and women, observers of cities, solitary

toilers, Pausers and contemplators of tufts, blossoms, shells of the

shore, Dancers at wedding-dances, kissers of brides, tender helpers

of children, bearers of children, Soldiers of revolts, standers by gaping graves, lowerersJourneyers over consecutive seasons, over the years, the

down of coffins,

curious years each emerging from that which preceded it, Journeyers as with companions, namely their own diverse

phases, Forth-steppers from the latent unrealized baby-days, Journeyers gayly with their own youth, journeyers with

their bearded and well-grain'd manhood, Journeyers with their womanhood, ample, unsurpass’d,

content, Journeyers with their own sublime old age of manhood or

womanhood, Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth

of the universe, Old age, flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom

of death.

Allons ! to that which is endless as it was beginningless,
To undergo much, tramps of days, rests of nights,
To merge all in the travel they tend to, and the days and

nights they tend to, Again to merge them in the start of superior journeys, To see nothing anywhere but what you may reach it and

pass it,

To conceive no time, however distant, but what you may

reach it and pass it, To look up or down no road but it stretches and waits for

you, however long but it stretches and waits for you,
To see
no being, not God's or any,

but
you
also

go thither, To see no possession but you may possess it, enjoying all

without labor or purchase, abstracting the feast yet not

abstracting one particle of it, To take the best of the farmer's farm and the rich man's

elegant villa, and the chaste blessings of the well-married couple, and the fruits of orchards and Aowers of

gardens, To take to your use out of the compact cities as you pass

through,

To carry buildings and streets with you afterward wher

ever you go, To gather the minds of men out of their brains as you en

counter them, to gather the love out of their hearts, To take your lovers on the road with you, for all that you

leave them behind you, To know the universe itself as a road, as many roads, as

roads for traveling souls. All parts away for the progress of souls, All religion, all solid things, arts, governments — all that

was or is apparent upon this globe or any globe, falls into niches and corners before the procession of souls

along the grand roads of the universe. Of the progress

of the souls of men and women along the grand roads of the universe, all other progress is the

needed emblem and sustenance. Forever alive, forever forward, Stately, solemn, sad, withdrawn, baffled, mad, turbulent,

feeble, dissatisfied, Desperate, proud, fond, sick, accepted by men, rejected by

men, They go! they go! I know that they go, but I know not

where they go, But I know that they go toward the best — toward some

thing great. Whoever you are, come forth! or man or woman come

forth ! You must not stay sleeping and dallying there in the house,

though you built it, or though it has been built for you. Out of the dark confinement ! out from behind the screen! It is useless to protest, I know all and expose it. Behold through you as bad as the rest, Through the laughter, dancing, dining, supping, of people, Inside of dresses and ornaments, inside of those wash'd and

trimm'd faces,

Behold a secret silent loathing and despair.
No husband, no wife, no friend, trusted to hear the con-

fession, Another self, a duplicate of every one, skulking and hiding

it goes,

Formless and wordless through the streets of the cities,

polite and bland in the parlors, In the cars of railroads, in steamboats, in the public as

sembly, Home to the houses of men and women, at the table, in

the bed-room, everywhere, Smartly attired, countenance smiling, form upright, death

under the breast-bones, hell under the skull-bones, Under the broadcloth and gloves, under the ribbons and

artificial flowers, Keeping fair with the customs, speaking not a syllable of

itself, Speaking of any thing else but never of itself.

Allons ! through struggles and wars !
The goal that was named cannot be countermanded.
Have the past struggles succeeded ?
What has succeeded ? yourself? your nation ? Nature ?
Now understand me well it is provided in the essence

of things that from any fruition of success, no matter what, shall come forth something to make a greater

struggle necessary. My call is the call of battle, I nourish active rebellion, He going with me must go well arm’d, He going with me goes often with spare diet, poverty,

angry enemies, desertions.

Allons! the road is before us !
It is safe I have tried it my own feet have tried it

well be not detain'd!

Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten, and the book

on the shelf unopen'd! Let the tools remain in the workshop! let the money

remain unearn'd! Let the school stand! mind not the cry of the teacher ! Let the preacher preach in his pulpit ! let the lawyer plead

in the court, and the judge expound the law. Camerado, I give you my hand ! I give you my love more precious than money, I give you myself before preaching or law; Will you give me yourself? will you come travel with me? Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?

A SONG OF JOYS

O the joy of a manly self-hood !
To be servile to none, to defer to none, not to any tyrant

known or unknown,
To walk with erect carriage, a step springy and elastic,
To look with calm gaze or with a flashing eye,
To speak with a full and sonorous voice out of a broad

chest, To confront with your personality all the other personalities

of the earth. Know'st thou the excellent joys of youth? Joys of the dear companions and of the merry word and

laughing face? Joy of the glad light-beaming day, joy of the wide-breath'd Joy of sweet music, joy of the lighted ball-room and the

dancers? Joy of the plenteous dinner, strong carouse and drinking ? Yet O my soul supreme ! Know'st thou the joys of pensive thought ? Joys of the free and lonesome heart, the tender, gloomy

heart?

games?

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