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You sturdy Austrian! you Lombard! Hun! Bohemian! farmer of Styria!

       You neighbor of the Danube!

       You working-man of the Rhine, the Elbe, or the Weser! you working-woman too!

       You Sardinian! you Bavarian! Swabian! Saxon! Wallachian! Bulgarian!

       You Roman! Neapolitan! you Greek!

       You lithe matador in the arena at Seville!

       You mountaineer living lawlessly on the Taurus or Caucasus!

       You Bokh horse-herd watching your mares and stallions feeding!

       You beautiful-bodied Persian at full speed in the saddle shooting

       arrows to the mark!

       You Chinaman and Chinawoman of China! you Tartar of Tartary!

       You women of the earth subordinated at your tasks!

       You Jew journeying in your old age through every risk to stand once

       on Syrian ground!

       You other Jews waiting in all lands for your Messiah!

       You thoughtful Armenian pondering by some stream of the Euphrates!

       you peering amid the ruins of Nineveh! you ascending mount Ararat!

       You foot-worn pilgrim welcoming the far-away sparkle of the minarets

       of Mecca!

       You sheiks along the stretch from Suez to Bab-el-mandeb ruling your

       families and tribes!

       You olive-grower tending your fruit on fields of Nazareth, Damascus,

       or lake Tiberias!

       You Thibet trader on the wide inland or bargaining in the shops of Lassa!

       You Japanese man or woman! you liver in Madagascar, Ceylon, Sumatra, Borneo!

       All you continentals of Asia, Africa, Europe, Australia, indifferent

       of place!

       All you on the numberless islands of the archipelagoes of the sea!

       And you of centuries hence when you listen to me!

       And you each and everywhere whom I specify not, but include just the same!

       Health to you! good will to you all, from me and America sent!

      Each of us inevitable,

       Each of us limitless — each of us with his or her right upon the earth,

       Each of us allow’d the eternal purports of the earth,

       Each of us here as divinely as any is here.

      12

       You Hottentot with clicking palate! you woolly-hair’d hordes!

       You own’d persons dropping sweat-drops or blood-drops!

       You human forms with the fathomless ever-impressive countenances of brutes!

       You poor koboo whom the meanest of the rest look down upon for all

       your glimmering language and spirituality!

       You dwarf’d Kamtschatkan, Greenlander, Lapp!

       You Austral negro, naked, red, sooty, with protrusive lip,

       groveling, seeking your food!

       You Caffre, Berber, Soudanese!

       You haggard, uncouth, untutor’d Bedowee!

       You plague-swarms in Madras, Nankin, Kaubul, Cairo!

       You benighted roamer of Amazonia! you Patagonian! you Feejeeman!

       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.)

      13

       My spirit has pass’d in compassion and determination around the whole earth,

       I have look’d for equals and lovers and found them ready for me in

       all lands,

       I think some divine rapport has equalized me with them.

      You vapors, I think I have risen with you, moved away to distant

       continents, and fallen down there, for reasons,

       I think I have blown with you you winds;

       You waters I have finger’d 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:

      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 you all, in America’s name,

       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.

      BOOK VII

       Table of Contents

       Table of Contents

      1

      Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,

       Healthy, free, the world before me,

       The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.

      Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,

       Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,

       Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,

       Strong and content I travel the open road.

      The earth, that is sufficient,

       I do not want the constellations any nearer,

       I know they are very well where they are,

       I know they suffice for those who belong to them.

      (Still here I carry my old delicious burdens,

       I carry them, men and women, I carry them with me wherever I go,

       I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them,

       I am fill’d with them, and I will fill them in return.)

      2

       You road I enter upon and look around, I believe you are not all

       that is here,

       I believe that much unseen is also here.

      Here the profound lesson of reception, nor preference nor denial,

       The black with his woolly head, the felon, the diseas’d, the

       illiterate person, are not denied;

       The birth, the hasting after the physician, the beggar’s tramp, the

       drunkard’s stagger, the laughing party of mechanics,

       The escaped youth, the rich person’s carriage, the fop, the eloping couple,

       The early market-man, the hearse, the moving of furniture into the

       town, the return back from the town,

       They pass, I also pass, any thing passes, none can be interdicted,

       None but are accepted,