Clear and sweet is my soul, clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.
I say the whole earth and all the stars in the sky are for religion's sake.
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death. And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it.
I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware, I sit content, And if each and all be aware, I sit content.
I know I am deathless We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers, There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.
O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done, / The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won
I will write the evangel-poem of comrades and of love.
I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contained between my hat and my boots,
Are you the new person drawn toward me?
Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?