The Walt Whitman MEGAPACK ®. Walt Whitman

with the mystic unseen soul?

      Strange and hard that paradox true I give,

      Objects gross and the unseen soul are one.

      House-building, measuring, sawing the boards,

      Blacksmithing, glass-blowing, nail-making, coopering, tin-roofing, shingle-dressing,

      Ship-joining, dock-building, fish-curing, flagging of sidewalks by flaggers,

      The pump, the pile-driver, the great derrick, the coal-kiln and brickkiln,

      Coal-mines and all that is down there, the lamps in the darkness, echoes, songs, what meditations, what vast native thoughts looking through smutch’d faces,

      Iron-works, forge-fires in the mountains or by river-banks, men around feeling the melt with huge crowbars, lumps of ore, the due combining of ore, limestone, coal,

      The blast-furnace and the puddling-furnace, the loup-lump at the bottom of the melt at last, the rolling-mill, the stumpy bars of pig-iron, the strong clean-shaped Trail for railroads,

      Oil-works, silk-works, white-lead-works, the sugar-house, steam-saws, the great mills and factories,

      Stone-cutting, shapely trimmings for facades or window or door-lintels, the mallet, the tooth-chisel, the jib to protect the thumb,

      The calking-iron, the kettle of boiling vault-cement, and the fire under the kettle,

      The cotton-bale, the stevedore’s hook, the saw and buck of the sawyer, the mould of the moulder, the working-knife of the butcher, the ice-saw, and all the work with ice,

      The work and tools of the rigger, grappler, sail-maker, block-maker,

      Goods of gutta-percha, papier-mache, colors, brushes, brush-making, glazier’s implements,

      The veneer and glue-pot, the confectioner’s ornaments, the decanter and glasses, the shears and flat-iron,

      The awl and knee-strap, the pint measure and quart measure, the counter and stool, the writing-pen of quill or metal, the making of all sorts of edged tools,

      The brewery, brewing, the malt, the vats, every thing that is done by brewers, wine-makers, vinegar-makers,

      Leather-dressing, coach-making, boiler-making, rope-twisting, distilling, sign-painting, lime-burning, cotton-picking, electroplating, electrotyping, stereotyping,

      Stave-machines, planing-machines, reaping-machines, ploughing-machines, thrashing-machines, steam wagons,

      The cart of the carman, the omnibus, the ponderous dray,

      Pyrotechny, letting off color’d fireworks at night, fancy figures and jets;

      Beef on the butcher’s stall, the slaughter-house of the butcher, the butcher in his killing-clothes,

      The pens of live pork, the killing-hammer, the hog-hook, the scalder’s tub, gutting, the cutter’s cleaver, the packer’s maul, and the plenteous winterwork of pork-packing,

      Flour-works, grinding of wheat, rye, maize, rice, the barrels and the half and quarter barrels, the loaded barges, the high piles on wharves and levees,

      The men and the work of the men on ferries, railroads, coasters, fish-boats, canals;

      The hourly routine of your own or any man’s life, the shop, yard, store, or factory,

      These shows all near you by day and night—workman! whoever you are, your daily life!

      In that and them the heft of the heaviest—in that and them far more than you estimated, (and far less also,)

      In them realities for you and me, in them poems for you and me,

      In them, not yourself-you and your soul enclose all things, regardless of estimation,

      In them the development good—in them all themes, hints, possibilities.

      I do not affirm that what you see beyond is futile, I do not advise you to stop,

      I do not say leadings you thought great are not great,

      But I say that none lead to greater than these lead to.

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      Will you seek afar off? you surely come back at last,

      In things best known to you finding the best, or as good as the best,

      In folks nearest to you finding the sweetest, strongest, lovingest,

      Happiness, knowledge, not in another place but this place, not for another hour but this hour,

      Man in the first you see or touch, always in friend, brother, nighest neighbor—woman in mother, sister, wife,

      The popular tastes and employments taking precedence in poems or anywhere,

      You workwomen and workmen of these States having your own divine and strong life,

      And all else giving place to men and women like you.

      When the psalm sings instead of the singer,

      When the script preaches instead of the preacher,

      When the pulpit descends and goes instead of the carver that carved the supporting desk,

      When I can touch the body of books by night or by day, and when they touch my body back again,

      When a university course convinces like a slumbering woman and child convince,

      When the minted gold in the vault smiles like the night-watchman’s daughter,

      When warrantee deeds loafe in chairs opposite and are my friendly companions,

      I intend to reach them my hand, and make as much of them as I do of men and women like you.

      BOOK XVI