And to glance with an eye or show a bean in its pod confounds
the learning of all times,
And there is no trade or employment but the young man following
it may become a hero,
And there is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheel'd
universe.
And I say to any man or woman, "Let your soul stand cool and composed
before a million universes."
I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each
moment then,
In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in
the glass,
I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is
sign'd by God's name,
And I leave them where they are, for I know that wheresoe'er I go,
Others will punctually come forever and ever.
Listener up there! What have you to confide in me?
Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening.
(Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute
longer.)
Who has done his day's work? Who will soonest be through with
his supper?
Who wishes to walk with me?
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
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