Walt Whitman

Where the katydid works her chromatic reed on the walnut-tree
over the well.

Where the katydid works her chromatic reed on the walnut-tree
over the well.

The jour printer with gray head and gaunt jaws works at his case,
He turns his quid of tobacco, read more

The jour printer with gray head and gaunt jaws works at his case,
He turns his quid of tobacco, while his eyes blur with the
manuscript.

Lo! body and soul!--this land!
Mighty Manhattan, with spires, and
The sparkling and hurrying tides, and the read more

Lo! body and soul!--this land!
Mighty Manhattan, with spires, and
The sparkling and hurrying tides, and the ships;
The varied and ample land,--the South
And the North in the light--Ohio's shores, and flashing Missouri,
And ever the far-spreading prairies, covered with grass and corn.
- Walt Whitman,

Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.

Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.

The earth, that is sufficient, I do not want the constellations any nearer, I know they are very well where read more

The earth, that is sufficient, I do not want the constellations any nearer, I know they are very well where they are, I know they suffice for those who belong to them.