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Each of us inevitable;
Each of us limitless-each of us with his or her right

upon the earth; Each of us allowed the eternal purports of the earth; Each of us here as divinely as any is here.

I 2.

You Hottentot with clicking palate ! You woolly

haired hordes ! You owned persons, dropping sweat-drops or blood

drops You human forms with the fathomless ever-impressive

countenances of brutes ! I dare not refuse you—the scope of the world, and of

time and space, are upon me.

You poor Koboo whom the meanest of the rest look

down upon, for all your glimmering language

and spirituality! You low expiring aborigines of the hills of Utah, Oregon,

California ! You dwarfed Kamtschatkan, Greenlander, Lap! You Austral negro, naked, red, sooty, with protrusive

lip, grovelling, seeking your food! You Caffre, Berber, Soudanese ! You haggard, uncouth, untutored Bedowee ! You plague-swarms in Madras, Nankin, Kaubul, Cairo! You bather bathing in the Ganges ! You benighted roamer of Amazonia ! you Patagonian !

you Fejee-man! You peon of Mexico ! you slave of Carolina, Texas,

Tennessee !
I do not prefer others so very

much before you either; I do not say one word against you, away back there,

where you stand; You will come forward in due time to my side.

My spirit has passed in compassion and determination

around the whole earth;

I have looked for equals and lovers, and found them

ready for me in all lands; I think some divine rapport has equalized me with them.

13. O vapours! I think I have risen with you, and moved

away to distant continents, and fallen down

there, for reasons ; I think I have blown with you, O winds; O waters, I have fingered every shore with you.

I have run through what any river or strait of the globe

has run through; I have taken my stand on the bases of peninsulas, and

on the high embedded rocks, to cry thence.

Salut au monde !
What cities the light or warmth penetrates, I penetrate

those cities myself ; All islands to which birds wing their way, I wing my

way myself.

Toward all,
I raise high the perpendicular hand-I make the signal,
To remain after me in sight for ever,
For all the haunts and homes of men.



WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan!
Head from the mother's bowels drawn !
Wooded flesh and metal bone ! limb only one, and lip

only one! Grey-blue leaf by red-heat grown! helve produced from

a little seed sown ! Resting the grass amid and upon, To be leaned, and to lean on.

Strong shapes, and attributes of strong shapes—mascu

line trades, sights and sounds; Long varied train of an emblem, dabs of music; Fingers of the organist skipping staccato over the keys

of the great organ.


Welcome are all earth's lands, each for its kind;
Welcome are lands of pine and oak;
Welcome are lands of the lemon and fig;
Welcome are lands of gold;
Welcome are lands of wheat and maize-welcome those

of the grape; Welcome are lands of sugar and rice; Welcome the cotton-lands—welcome those of the white

potato and sweet potato; Welcome are mountains, flats, sands, forests, prairies; Welcome the rich borders of rivers, table-lands, open

ings; Welcome the measureless grazing-lands-welcome the

teeming soil of orchards, flax, honey, hemp; Welcome just as much the other more hard-faced lands; Lands rich as lands of gold, or wheat and fruit lands; Lands of mines, lands of the manly and rugged ores; Lands of coal, copper, lead, tin, zinc; Lands of Iron ! lands of the make of the axe !

3. The log at the wood-pile, the axe supported by it; The sylvan hut, the vine over the doorway, the space

cleared for a garden, The irregular tapping of rain down on the leaves, after

the storm is lulled, The wailing and moaning at intervals, the thought of

the sea,

The thought of ships struck in the storm, and put on

their beam-ends, and the cutting-away of masts; The sentiment of the huge timbers of old-fashioned

houses and barns;

The remembered print or narrative, the voyage at a

venture of men, families, goods, The disembarkation, the founding of a new city, The voyage of those who sought a New England and

found it—the outset anywhere, The settlements of the Arkansas, Colorado, Ottawa,

Williamette, The slow progress, the scant fare, the axe, rifle, saddle

bags; The beauty of all adventurous and daring persons, The beauty of wood-boys and wood-men, with their

clear untrimmed faces, The beauty of independence, departure, actions that

rely on themselves, The American contempt for statutes and ceremonies,

the boundless impatience of restraint, The loose drift of character, the inkling through random

types, the solidification; The butcher in the slaughter-house, the hands aboard

schooners and sloops, the raftsman, the pioneer, Lumbermen in their winter camp, daybreak in the

woods, stripes of snow on the limbs of trees, the

occasional snapping, The glad clear sound of one's own voice, the merry

song, the natural life of the woods, the strong

day's-work, The blazing fire at night, the sweet taste of supper, the

talk, the bed of hemlock-boughs, and the bear


-The house-builder at work in cities or anywhere, The preparatory jointing, squaring, sawing, mortising, The hoist-up of beams, the push of them in their places,

laying them regular, Setting the studs by their tenons in the mortises, accord

ing as they were prepared, The blows of mallets and hammers, the attitudes of the

men, their curved limbs, Bending, standing, astride the beams, driving-in pins,

holding on by posts and braces, The hooked arm over the plate, the other arm wielding

the axe,


The floor-men forcing the planks close, to be nailed, Their postures, bringing their weapons downward on

the bearers, The echoes resounding through the vacant building; The huge store-house carried up in the city, well under

way, The six framing-men, two in the middle, and two at

each end, carefully bearing on their shoulders a

heavy stick for a cross-beam, The crowded line of masons with trowels in their right

hands, rapidly laying the long side-wall, two

hundred feet from front to rear, The flexible rise and fall of backs, the continual click

of the trowels striking the bricks, The bricks, one after another, each laid so workman

like in its place, and set with a knock of the

trowel-handle, The piles of materials, the mortar on the mortar-boards,

and the steady replenishing by the hod-men; -Spar-makers in the spar-yard, the swarming row of

well-grown appentices, The swing of their axes on the square-hewed log, shap

ing it toward the shape of a mast, The brisk short crackle of the steel driven slantingly

into the pine, The butter-coloured chips flying off in great flakes and

slivers, The limber motion of brawny young arms and hips in

easy costumes ; The constructor of wharves, bridges, piers, bulk-heads,

floats, stays against the sea ; - The city fireman-the fire that suddenly bursts forth

in the close-packed square, The arriving engines, the hoarse shouts, the nimble

stepping and daring, The strong command through the fire-trumpets, the

falling in line, the rise and fall of the arms forc

ing the water, The slender, spasmic, blue-white jets-the bringing-to

bear of the hooks and ladders, and their execution,

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