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Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs!
Whatever goes to the tilth of me it shall be you!
Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth, And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own, And I know that the spirit of God is the brother.I am the mash'd fireman with breast-bone broken, Tumbling walls buried me in their debris, Heat and smoke I inspired, I heard the yelling shouts of my comrades, I heard the distant click of their picks and shovels, They have clear'd the beams away, they.From the cinder-strew'd threshold I follow their movements, The lithe sheer of their waists plays even with their massive arms, Overhand the hammers swing, overhand so slow, overhand so sure, They do not hasten, each man hits in his place.Whimpering and truckling fold with powders for invalids, conformity goes to the fourth-remov'd, I wear my hat as I please indoors or out.I tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all!) My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods, No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair, I have no underbelly razor episode 1 chair, no church, no philosophy, I lead no man.O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues, And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.You sweaty brooks and dews it shall be you!Be at peace bloody flukes of doubters and sullen mopers, I take my place among you as much as among any, The past is the push of you, me, all, precisely the same, And what is yet untried and afterward is for you, me, all.50 There is that in me-I do not know what it is-but I know it is.If our colors are struck and the fighting done?All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.Wrench'd and sweaty-calm and cool then my body becomes, I sleep-I sleep long.I heard what was said of the universe, Heard it and heard it of several thousand years; It is middling well as far as it goes-but is that all?I speak the pass-word primeval, I give the sign of democracy, By God!I remember now, I resume the overstaid fraction, The grave of rock multiplies what has been confided to it, or to any graves, Corpses rise, gashes heal, fastenings roll from.
Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.
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Shaded ledges and rests it shall be you!