And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death.

What blurt is this about virtue and about vice?<br>Evil propels me and reform of evil propels me$$$ I stand indifferent$$$<br>My gait is no fault-finder's or rejecter's gait$$$<br>I moisten the roots of all that has grown.

Why should I be afraid to trust myself to you? I am not afraid$$$ I have been well brought forward by you...

I believe that much unseen is also here.

Sure as the most certain sure$$$ plumb in the uprights$$$ well entretied$$$ braced in the beams$$$<br>Stout as a horse$$$ affectionate$$$ haughty$$$ electrical$$$<br>I and this mystery here we stand.

Give me solitude give me Nature give me again$$$ O Nature$$$ your primal sanities!

The efflux of the soul is happiness$$$ here is happiness$$$<br>I think it pervades the open air$$$ waiting at all times$$$<br>Now it flows unto us$$$ we are rightly charged.

I do not ask who you are$$$ that is not important to me$$$ <br>You can do nothing and be nothing but what I will infold you.

And as to you death$$$ and you bitter hug of mortality . . . . it is idle to try to alarm me.

There was a child went forth every day$$$<br>And the first object he looked upon$$$ that object he became...