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The murder is to the murderer, and comes back most to him,
The oration is to the orator, the acting is to the actor and actress
not to the audience,
And no man understands any greatness or goodness but his own, or the indication of his own.
I swear the earth shall surely be complete to him or her who shall be complete,
The earth remains jagged and broken only to him or her who remains jagged and broken.
- it cannot
I swear there is no greatness or power that does not emulate those of the earth,
There can be no theory of any account unless it corroborate the
No politics, song, religion, behavior, or what not, is of account,
I swear I begin to see love with sweeter spasms than that which responds love,
It is that which contains itself, which never invites and never refuses.
I swear I begin to see little or nothing in audible words,
All merges toward the presentation of the unspoken meanings of the earth,
I swear I see what is better than to tell the best,
Toward him who sings the songs of the body and of the truths of the earth,
When I undertake to tell the best I find I cannot,
My breath will not be obedient to its organs,
Toward him who makes the donaries of words that print cannot touch.
The best of the earth cannot be told anyhow, all or any is best,
These to echo the tones of souls and the phrases of souls,
(If they did not echo the phrases of souls what were they then? If they had not reference to you in especial what were they then?)
I swear I will never henceforth have to do with the faith that tells the best,
I will have to do only with that faith that leaves the best untold.
Say on, sayers! sing on, singers!
Delve! mould! pile the words of the earth!
Work on, age after age, nothing is to be lost,
It may have to wait long, but it will certainly come in use,
When the materials are all prepared and ready, the architects shall appear.
I swear to you the architects shall appear without fail,
I swear to you they will understand you and justify you,
The greatest among them shall be he who best knows you, and encloses all and is faithful to all,
He and the rest shall not forget you, they shall perceive that you are not an iota less than they,
You shall be fully glorified in them.
YOUTH, DAY, OLD AGE AND NIGHT.
YOUTH, large, lusty, loving-youth full of grace, force, fascination, Do you know that Old Age may come after you with equal grace, force, fascination?
Day full-blown and splendid — day of the immense sun, action, ambition, laughter,
The Night follows close with millions of suns, and sleep and restoring darkness.
In this broad earth of ours,
Amid the measureless grossness and the slag,
By every life a share or more or less,
None born but it is born, conceal'd or unconceal'd the seed is
Lo! keen-eyed towering science,
As from tall peaks the modern overlooking,
Yet again, lo! the soul, above all science,
For it has history gather'd like husks around the globe,
For it the entire star-myriads roll through the sky.
In spiral routes by long detours,
(As a much-tacking ship upon the sea,)
For it the partial to the permanent flowing,
For it the real to the ideal tends.
For it the mystic evolution,
Not the right only justified, what we call evil also justified.
Forth from their masks, no matter what,
From the huge festering trunk, from craft and guile and tears,
Out of the bulk, the morbid and the shallow,
Out of the bad majority, the varied countless frauds of men and
Electric, antiseptic yet, cleaving, suffusing all,
Over the mountain-growths disease and sorrow,
From imperfection's murkiest cloud,
To fashion's, custom's discord,
To the mad Babel-din, the deafening orgies,
O the blest eyes, the happy hearts,
That see, that know the guiding thread so fine,
To the ideal tendest.
And thou America,
For the scheme's culmination, its thought and its reality,
Thou too surroundest all,
Embracing carrying welcoming all, thou too by pathways broad
The measur'd faiths of other lands, the grandeurs of the past,
Deific faiths and amplitudes, absorbing, comprehending all,
All, all for immortality,
Love like the light silently wrapping all,
Nature's amelioration blessing all,
The blossoms, fruits of ages, orchards divine and certain,
Give me O God to sing that thought,
Give me, give him or her I love this quenchless faith,
COME my tan-faced children,
Follow well in order, get your weapons ready,
For we cannot tarry here,
We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers!
O you youths, Western youths,
So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship, Plain I see you Western youths, see you tramping with the fore
Pioneers! O pioneers!
Have the elder races halted?
Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied over there beyond the seas?
We take up the task eternal, and the burden and the lesson,
All the past we leave behind,
We debouch upon a newer mightier world, varied world,
We detachments steady throwing,
Down the edges, through the passes, up the mountains steep, Conquering, holding, daring, venturing as we go the unknown ways, Pioneers! O pioneers!
We primeval forests felling,
We the rivers stemming, vexing we and piercing deep the mines within,
We the surface broad surveying, we the virgin soil upheaving,