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SMALL is the theme of the following Chant, yet the greatest—namely,
One`s-Self—that wondrous thing a simple, separate person.
That, for the use of the New World, I sing.
Man`s physiology complete, from top to toe, I sing. Not physiognomy
alone, nor brain alone, is worthy for the muse;—I say the Form
complete is worthier far. The female equal with the male, I
sing,
Nor cease at the theme of One`s-Self. I speak the word of the modern,
the word En-Masse:
My Days I sing, and the Lands—with interstice I knew of hapless War.
O friend whoe`er you are, at last arriving hither to commence, I feel
through every leaf the pressure of your hand, which I return.
And thus upon our journey link`d together let us go.
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