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He is one of those who are beautiful and happy-he is

one of those that to look upon and be with is enough.

Thę law of the past cannot be eluded,
The law of the present and future cannot be eluded,
The law of the living cannot be eluded—it is eternal,
The law of promotion and transformation cannot be

eluded, The law of heroes and good-doers cannot be eluded, The law of drunkards, informers, mean persons-not one

iota thereof can be eluded.

8. Slow-moving and black lines go ceaselessly over the

earth, Northerner goes carried, and Southerner goes carried,

and they on the Atlantic side, and they on the Pacific, and they between, and all through the Mississippi country, and all over the earth.

The great masters and kosmos are well as they go-the

heroes and good-doers are well, The known leaders and inventors, and the rich owners

and pious and distinguished, may be well, But there is more account than that there is strict

account of all.

The interminable hordes of the ignorant and wicked are

not nothing, The barbarians of Africa and Asia are not nothing, The common people of Europe are not nothing—the

American aborigines are not nothing, The infected in the immigrant hospital are not nothing

-the murderer or mean person is not nothing, The perpetual successions of shallow people are not

nothing as they go, The lowest prostitute is not nothing—the mocker of re

ligion is not nothing as he goes.

9. Of and in all these things, I have dreamed that we are not to be changed so much,

nor the law of us changed, I have dreamed that heroes and good-doers shall be

under the present and past law, And that murderers, drunkards, liars, shall be under the

present and past law, For I have dreamed that the law they are under now is

enough If otherwise all came but to ashes of dung, If maggots and rats ended us, then Alarum ! for we are

betrayed Then indeed suspicion of death. Do you suspect death? If I were to suspect death, I

should die now; Do you think I could walk pleasantly and well-suited

toward annihilation ?

IO.

Pleasantly and well-suited I walk;
Whither I walk I cannot define, but I know it is good:
The whole universe indicates that it is good,
The past and the present indicate that it is good.
How beautiful and perfect are the animals !
How perfect the earth, and the minutest thing upon it!
What is called good is perfect, and what is called bad is

just as perfect, The vegetables and minerals are all perfect, and the

imponderable fluids are perfect; Slowly and surely they have passed on to this, and

slowly and surely they yet pass on.

II.

I swear I think now that everything without exception

has an eternal Soul ! 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

float 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!

A DREAM.

OF him I love day and night, I dreamed I heard he was

dead; And I dreamed I went where they had buried him I

love—but he was not in that place; And I dreamed I wandered, searching among burial

places, to find him ; And I found that every place was a burial-place; The houses full of life were equally full of death (this

house is now); The streets, the shipping, the places of amusement, the

Chicago, Boston, Philadelphia, the Mannahatta,

were as full of the dead as of the living, And fuller, O vastly fuller, of the dead than of the living; -And what I dreamed I will henceforth tell to every

person and age, And I stand henceforth bound to what I dreamed ; And now I am willing to disregard burial-places, and

dispense with them; And if the memorials of the dead were put up indiffer

ently everywhere, even in the room where I eat

or sleep, I should be satisfied ; And if the corpse of any one I love, or if my own corpse,

be duly rendered to powder, and poured in the

sea, I shall be satisfied ; Or if it be distributed to the winds, I shall be satisfied.

THE LAST INVOCATION

I.

At the last, tenderly,
From the walls of the powerful, fortressed house,
From the clasp of the knitted locks—from the keep of

the well-closed doors, Let me be wasted.

2.

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

whisper,
Set ope the doors, O Soul !

3. Tenderly! be not impatient! (Strong is your hold, O mortal flesh! Strong is your hold, O love !)

SEA-SHORE MEMORIES.

1.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,
Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle,
Out of the Ninth-month midnight,
Over the sterile sands, and the fields beyond, where the

child, leaving his bed, wandered alone, bare

headed, barefoot, Down from the showered halo, Up from the mystic play of shadows, twining and twist

ing as if they were alive, Out from the patches of briars and blackberries, From the memories of the bird that chanted to me, From your memories, sad brother—from the fitful

risings and fallings I heard, From under that yellow half-moon, late-risen, and

swollen as if with tears,

From those beginning notes of sickness and love, there

in the transparent mist, From the thousand responses of my heart, never to

cease, From the myriad thence-aroused words, From the word stronger and more delicious than any, From such, as now they start, the scene revisiting, As a flock, twittering, rising, or overhead passing, Borne hither-ere all eludes me, hurriedly, A man—yet by these tears a little boy again, Throwing myself on the sand, confronting the waves, I, chanter of pains and joys, uniter of here and hereafter, Taking all hints to use them—but swiftly leaping be

yond them, A reminiscence sing.

2.

Once, Paumanok,
When the snows had melted when the lilac-scent was

in the air, and the Fifth-month grass was

growing, Up this sea-shore, in some briars, Two guests from Alabama—two together, And their nest, and four light-green eggs, spotted with

brown, And every day the he-bird, to and fro, near at hand, And every day the she-bird, crouched on her nest,

silent, with bright eyes; And every day I, a curious boy, never too close, never

disturbing them, Cautiously peering, absorbing, translating.

3 "Shine! shine! shine! Pour down your warmth, great Sun! While we bask--we two together.

"Two together!
Winds blow South, or winds blow North,
Day come white, or night come black,

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