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Walt Whitman - Assurances
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I NEED no assurances—I am a man who is preoccupied, of his own Soul;
I do not doubt that from under the feet, and beside the hands and
         face I am cognizant of, are now looking faces I am not
         cognizant of—calm and actual faces;
I do not doubt but the majesty and beauty of the world are latent in
         any iota of the world;
I do not doubt I am limitless, and that the universes are limitless—
         in vain I try to think how limitless;
I do not doubt that the orbs, and the systems of orbs, play their
         swift sports through the air on purpose—and that I shall one
         day be eligible to do as much as they, and more than they;
I do not doubt that temporary affairs keep on and on, millions of
         years;
I do not doubt interiors have their interiors, and exteriors have
         their exteriors—and that the eye-sight has another eye-sight,
         and the hearing another hearing, and the voice another voice;
I do not doubt that the passionately-wept deaths of young men are
         provided for—and that the deaths of young women, and the
         deaths of little children, are provided for;
(Did you think Life was so well provided for—and Death, the purport
         of all Life, is not well provided for?)
I do not doubt that wrecks at sea, no matter what the horrors of
         them—no matter whose wife, child, husband, father, lover, has
         gone down, are provided for, to the minutest points;         


I do not doubt that whatever can possibly happen, any where, at any
         time, is provided for, in the inherences of things;
I do not think Life provides for all, and for Time and Space—but I
         believe Heavenly Death provides for all.
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