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To Think of Time

To think of time-of all that retrospection,

To think of to-day, and the ages continued henceforward.

Have you guess'd you yourself would not continue ?
Have you dreaded these earth-beetles?

Have you fear'd the future would be nothing to you?

Is to-day nothing? is the beginningless past nothing?
If the future is nothing they are just as surely nothing.

To think that the sun rose in the east- that men and women were flexible, real, alive that every thing was alive,

To think that you and I did not see, feel, think, nor bear our part, To think that we are now here and bear our part.

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Not a day passes, not a minute or second without an accouche

ment,

Not a day passes, not a minute or second without a corpse.

The dull nights go over and the dull days also,
The soreness of lying so much in bed goes over,

The physician after long putting off gives the silent and terrible look for an answer,

The children come hurried and weeping, and the brothers and

sisters are sent for,

Medicines stand unused on the shelf, (the camphor-smell has

long pervaded the rooms,)

[dying, The faithful hand of the living does not desert the hand of the The twitching lips press lightly on the forehead of the dying, The breath ceases and the pulse of the heart ceases,

The corpse stretches on the bed and the living look upon it,
It is palpable as the living are palpable.

The living look upon the corpse with their eyesight,

But without eyesight lingers a different living and looks curiously on the corpse.

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To think the thought of death merged in the thought of materials, To think of all these wonders of city and country, and others taking great interest in them, and we taking no interest in them.

To think how eager we are in building our houses,

To think others shall be just as eager, and we quite indifferent.

(I see one building the house that serves him a few years, or seventy or eighty years at most,

I see one building the house that serves him longer than that.)

Slow-moving and black lines creep over the whole earth-they never cease they are the burial lines,

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He that was President was buried, and he that is now President

shall surely be buried.

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A reminiscence of the vulgar fate,

A frequent sample of the life and death of workmen,

Each after his kind.

Cold dash of waves at the ferry-wharf, posh and ice in the river, .

half-frozen mud in the streets,

A gray discouraged sky overhead, the short last daylight of December,

A hearse and stages, the funeral of an old Broadway stage-driver, the cortege mostly drivers.

Steady the trot to the cemetery, duly rattles the death-bell, The gate is pass'd, the new-dug grave is halted at, the living alight, the hearse uncloses,

The coffin is pass'd out, lower'd and settled, the whip is laid on the coffin, the earth is swiftly shovel'd in,

The mound above is flatted with the spades - silence,

A minute no one moves or speaks - it is done,

He is decently put away-is there any thing more?

He was a good fellow, free-mouth'd, quick-temper'd, not badlooking,

Ready with life or death for a friend, fond of women, gambled,

ate hearty, drank hearty,

Had known what it was to be flush, grew low-spirited toward

the last, sicken'd, was help'd by a contribution,

Died, aged forty-one years and that was his funeral.

Thumb extended, finger uplifted, apron, cape, gloves, strap, wetweather clothes, whip carefully chosen,

Boss, spotter, starter, hostler, somebody loafing on you, you loafing on somebody, headway, man before and man behind,

Good day's work, bad day's work, pet stock, mean stock, first

out, last out, turning-in at night,

To think that these are so much and so nigh to other drivers, and he there takes no interest in them.

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The markets, the government, the working-man's wages, to think what account they are through our nights and

days,

To think that other working-men will make just as great account of them, yet we make little or no account.

The vulgar and refined, what you call sin and what you call goodness, to think how wide a difference,

To think the difference will still continue to others, yet we lie beyond the difference.

To think how much pleasure there is,

Do you enjoy yourself in the city? or engaged in business? or planning a nomination and election? or with your wife

and family?

Or with your mother and sisters? or in womanly housework? or

the beautiful maternal cares?

These also flow onward to others, you and I flow onward,
But in due time you and I shall take less interest in them.

Your farm, profits, crops to think how engross'd you are,
To think there will still be farms, profits, crops, yet for you of

what avail ?

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What will be will be well, for what is is well,

To take interest is well, and not to take interest shall be well.

The domestic joys, the daily housework or business, the building of houses, are not phantasms, they have weight, form, location,

Farms, profits, crops, markets, wages, government, are none of them phantasms,

The difference between sin and goodness is no delusion,

The earth is not an echo, man and his life and all the things of his life are well-consider'd.

You are not thrown to the winds, you gather certainly and safely around yourself,

Yourself! yourself! yourself, for ever and ever!

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It is not to diffuse you that you were born of your mother and father, it is to identify you,

It is not that you should be undecided, but that you should be

decided,

[you, Something long preparing and formless is arrived and form'd in You are henceforth secure, whatever comes or goes.

The threads that were spun are gather'd, the weft crosses the warp, the pattern is systematic.

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