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Why should I venerate and be ceremonious?
4 Trippers and askers surround me, People I meet, the slots spill queen of the nile effect upon me of my early life or the ward and city I live in, or the nation, The latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors old and new, My dinner, dress, associates, looks, compliments, dues.
This is the geologist, this works with the scalper, and this is a mathematician.Who will soonest be through with his supper?The black ship mail'd with iron, her mighty guns in her turrets-but the pluck of the captain and engineers?I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contain'd between my hat and boots, And peruse manifold objects, no two alike and every one good, The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good.Wider and wider they spread, expanding, always expanding, Outward and outward and forever outward.49 And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm.Each who passes is consider'd, each who stops is consider'd, not single one can it fall.Perhaps I might tell more.Have you reckon'd the earth much?
8 The little one sleeps in its cradle, I lift the gauze and look a long time, and silently brush away flies with my hand.
I help myself to material and immaterial, No guard can shut me off, no law prevent.
My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes of worlds.
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O welcome, ineffable grace of dying days!
It cannot fall the young man who died and was buried, Nor the young woman who died and was put by his side, Nor the little child that peep'd in at the door, and then drew back and was never seen again, Nor the old.I know I am solid and sound, To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow, All are written to me, and I must get what the writing means.The sky up there-yet here or next door, or across the way?I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy, To touch my person to some one else's is about as much as I can stand.Mine is no callous shell, I have instant conductors all over me whether I pass or stop, They seize every object and lead it harmlessly through.Are you the President?You are not guilty to me, nor stale nor discarded, I see through the broadcloth and gingham whether or no, And am around, tenacious, acquisitive, tireless, and cannot be shaken away.Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs, Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven.Whimpering and truckling fold with powders for invalids, conformity goes to the fourth-remov'd, I wear my hat as I please indoors or out.