You dwarfed Kamtschatkan, Greenlander, Lapp!

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.

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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 highest 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 forever,

For all the haunts and homes of men.

A BROADWAY PAGEANT.

(RECEPTION OF THE JAPANESE EMBASSY, JUNE 16, 1860.)

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VER sea, hither from Niphon,

Courteous, the Princes of Asia, swart-cheeked princes,

First-comers, guests, two-sworded princes,

Lesson-giving princes, leaning back in their open barouches, bare-headed, impassive,

This day they ride through Manhattan.

2.

Libertad!

I do not know whether others behold what I behold,
In the procession, along with the Princes of Asia, the

errand-bearers,

Bringing up the rear, hovering above, around, or in the

ranks marching;

But I will sing you a song of what I behold, Libertad.

3.

When million-footed Manhattan, unpent, descends to its

pavements;

When the thunder-cracking guns arouse me with the

proud roar I love;

When the round-mouthed guns, out of the smoke and smell I love, spit their salutes;

When the fire-flashing guns have fully alerted me—when heaven-clouds canopy my city with a delicate thin

haze;

When, gorgeous, the countless straight stems, the forests at the wharves, thicken with colours;

When every ship, richly dressed, carries her flag at the

peak;

When pennants trail, and street-festoons hang from the

windows;

When Broadway is entirely given up to foot-passengers and foot-standers—when the mass is densest; When the facades of the houses are alive with people— when eyes gaze, riveted, tens of thousands at a

time;

When the guests from the islands advance—when the pageant moves forward, visible;

When the summons is made—when the answer, that waited

thousands of years, answers;

I too, arising, answering, descend to the pavements, merge

with the crowd, and gaze with them.

Superb-faced Manhattan !

4.

Comrade Americanos!—to us, then, at last, the Orient

comes.

To us, my city,

Where our tall-topped marble and iron beauties range on opposite sides—to walk in the space between,

To-day our Antipodes comes.

The Originatress comes,

The land of Paradise—land of the Caucasus—the nest of

birth,

The nest of languages, the bequeather of poems, the race

of eld,

Florid with blood, pensive, rapt with musings, hot with

passion,

Sultry with perfume, with ample and flowing garments,

With sunburnt visage, with intense soul and glittering

eyes,

The race of Brahma comes!

See, my cantabile! these, and more, are flashing to us from the procession;