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The trees have, rooted in the ground! the weeds of the

sea have! the animals!

I swear I think there is nothing but immortality !
That the exquisite scheme is for it, and the nebulous Avat

is for it, and the cohering is for it ! And all preparation is for it — and identity is for it — and

life and materials are altogether for it!



Whispers of heavenly death murmur’d I hear,

Labial gossip of night, sibilant chorals,
Footsteps gently ascending, mystical breezes wafted soft

and low, Ripples of unseen rivers, tides of a current Aowing, forever

flowing. (Or is it the plashing of tears ? the measureless waters of

human tears ?) I see, just see skyward, great cloud-masses, Mournfully slowly they roll, silently swelling and mixing, With at times a half-dimm'd sadden'd far-off star, Appearing and disappearing. (Some parturition rather, some solemn immortal birth ; Òn the frontiers to eyes impenetrable, Some soul is passing over.)



Chanting the square deific, out of the One advancing, out

of the sides, Out of the old and new, out of the square entirely divine, Solid, four-sided, (all the sides needed,) from this side Je

hovah am I,

Old Brahm I, and I Saturnius am ;
Not time affects me — I am Time, old, modern as any,
Unpersuadable, relentless, executing righteous judgments,
As the Earth, the Father, the brown old Kronos, with laws,
Aged beyond computation, yet ever new, ever with those

mighty laws rolling. Relentless I forgive no man whoever sins dies — I will

have that man's life; Therefore let none expect mercy

have the seasons, gravitation, the appointed days, mercy ? no more have I, But as the seasons and gravitation, and as all the appointed

days that forgive not, I dispense from this side judgments inexorable without the

least remorse.


Consolator most mild, the promis'd one advancing,
With gentle hand extended, the mightier God am I,
Foretold by prophets and poets in their most rapt prophe-

cies and poems, From this side, lo! the Lord Christ gazes — lo! Hermes

I-lo! mine is Hercules' face, All sorrow, labor, suffering, I, tallying it, absorb in myself, Many times have I been rejected, taunted, put in prison,

and crucified, and many times shall be again, All the world have I given up for my dear brothers' and

sisters' sake, for the soul's sake, Wending my way through the homes of men, rich or poor,

with the kiss of affection, For I am affection, I am the cheer-bringing God, with

hope and all-enclosing charity, With indulgent words as to children, with fresh and sane

words, mine only, Young and strong I pass knowing well I am destin'd

myself to an early death; But my charity has no death — my wisdom dies not,

neither early nor late, And my sweet love bequeath'd here and elsewhere never 3 Aloof, dissatisfied, plotting revolt, Comrade of criminals, brother of slaves, Crafty, despised, a drudge, ignorant, With sudra face and worn brow, black, but in the depths


of my heart, proud as any, Lifted now and always against whoever scorning assumes

to rule me, Morose, full of guile, full of reminiscences, brooding, with

many wiles, (Though it was thought I was baffled and dispeld, and my

wiles done, but that will never be,) Defiant, I, Satan, still live, still utter words, in new lands

duly appearing, (and old ones also,) Permanent here from my side, warlike, equal with any,

real as any,

Nor time nor change shall ever change me or my words.

4 Santa Spirita, breather, life, Beyond the light, lighter than light, Beyond the flames of hell, joyous, leaping easily above hell, Beyond Paradise, perfumed solely with mine own perfume, Including all life on earth, touching, including God, in

cluding Saviour and Satan, Ethereal, pervading all, (for without me what were all ?

what were God ?) Essence of forms, life of the real identities, permanent,

positive, (namely the unseen,) Life of the great round world, the sun and stars, and of

man, I, the general soul, Here the square finishing, the solid, I the most solid, Breathe my breath also through these songs.

Night on the prairies,
The supper is over, the fire on the ground burns low,
The wearied emigrants sleep, wrapt in their blankets ;

I walk by myself - I stand look at the stars, which I

think now I never realized before. Now I absorb immortality and peace, I admire death and test propositions. How plenteous ! how spiritual ! how résumé! The same old man and soul — the same old aspirations,

and the same content. I was thinking the day most splendid till I saw what the

not-day exhibited, I was thinking this globe enough till there sprang out so

noiseless around me myriads of other globes. Now while the great thoughts of space and eternity fill me

I will measure myself by them, And now touch'd with the lives of other globes arrived as

far along as those of the earth, Or waiting to arrive, or pass'd on farther than those of the

earth, I henceforth no more ignore them than I ignore my own

life, Or the lives of the earth arrived as far as mine, or waiting

to arrive. O I see now that life cannot exhibit all to me, as the day

cannot, I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by death.

At the last, tenderly,
From the walls of the powerful fortress'd house,
From the clasp of the knitted locks, from the keep of the

well-closed doors, Let me be wafted.

Let me glide noiselessly forth;
With the key of softness unlock the locks — with a

Set ope the doors O soul.


Tenderly — be not impatient,
(Strong is your hold o mortal Aesh,
Štrong is your hold O love.)



Land tolerating all, accepting all, not for the good alone,

all good for thee, Land in the realms of God to be a realm unto thyself, Under the rule of God to be a rule unto thyself. (Lo, where arise three peerless stars, To be thy natal stars my country, Ensemble, Evolution,

Freedom, Set in the sky of Law.) Land of unprecedented faith, God's faith, Thy soil, thy very subsoil, all upheav’d, The general inner earth so long so sedulously draped over,

now hence for what it is bodily laid bare, Open’d by thee to heaven's light for benefit or bale. Not for success alone, Not to fair-sail unintermitted always, The storm shall dash thy face, the murk of war and worse

than war shall cover thee all over, (Wert capable of war, its tug and trials ? be capable of

peace, its trials, For the tug and mortal strain of nations come at last in

prosperous peace, not war;) In many a smiling mask death shall approach beguiling

thee, thou in disease shalt swelter, The livid cancer spread its hideous claws, clinging upon

thy breasts, seeking to strike thee deep within, Consumption of the worst, moral consumption, shall rouge

thy face with hectic, But thou shalt face thy fortunes, thy diseases, and sur

mount them all,

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