And the soldiers suppose him to be a captain .... and the sailors that he has followed the sea,

Then the mechanics take him for a mechanic,

He walks among the Congress .... and one representative says to another, Here is our equal appearing and new.

He walks with perfect ease in the capitol,

And both understand him and know that his speech is right.

And he says Good day my brother, to Cudge that hoes in the sugarfield;

He says indifferently and alike, How are you friend? to the President at his levee,

One part does not counteract another part .... He is the joiner .. he sees how they join.

He resolves all tongues into his own, and bestows it upon men .. and any man translates .. and any man translates himself also:

Every existence has its idiom .... every thing has an idiom and tongue;

The person he favors by day or sleeps with at night is blessed.

His welcome is universal .... the flow of beauty is not more welcome or universal than he is,

He has the passkey of hearts .... to him the response of the prying of hands on the knobs.

Whichever the sex ... whatever the season or place he may go freshly and gently and safely by day or by night,

He indicates the satisfaction, and indicates them that beat up and down also.

Books friendships philosophers priests action pleasure pride beat up and down seeking to give satisfaction;

It is vain to skulk .... Do you hear that mocking and laughter? Do you hear the ironical echoes?

A man is a summons and challenge,

What can be answered he answers, and what cannot be answered he shows how it cannot be answered.

He is the answerer,

He places his own city, times, reminiscences, parents, brothers and sisters, associations employment and politics, so that the rest never shame them afterward, nor assume to command them.

He puts today out of himself with plasticity and love,

He puts things in their attitudes,

The ships in the offing .... the perpetual shows and marches on land are for him if they are for any body.

Nothing for any one but what is for him .... near and far are for him,

The noblest and costliest cities .... others grading and building, and he domiciles there;

The best farms. .... others toiling and planting, and he unavoidably reaps,

All enjoyments and properties, and money, and whatever money will buy,

The profound earth and its attributes, and the unquiet ocean,

Beautiful women, the haughtiest nations, laws, the landscape, people and animals,

Him they immerse, and he immerses them.

Him they accept .... in him lave .... in him perceive themselves as amid light,

Him all wait for .... him all yield up to .... his word is decisive and final,

And I answered for his brother and for men .... and I answered for the poet, and sent these signs.

And I stood before the young man face to face, and took his right hand in my left hand and his left hand in my right hand,

Tell him to send me the signs.

How should the young man know the whether and when of his brother?

A young man came to me with a message from his brother,

The justified mother of men!

The finish beyond which philosophy cannot go and does not wish to go!

The melodious character of the earth!

Her grandsons raised the flax, and her granddaughters spun it with the distaff and the wheel.

Her ample gown is of creamhued linen,

The sun just shines on her old white head.

She sits in an armchair under the shaded porch of the farmhouse,

She looks out from her quaker cap .... her face is clearer and more beautiful than the sky.

Behold a woman!

Heard who sprang in crimson youth from the white froth and the water-blue.

I heard what the run of poets were saying so long,

I saw the rich ladies in full dress at the soiree,