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1THINK of the Soul;
I swear to you that body of yours gives proportions
to your Soul somehow to live in other spheres;
I do not know how, but I know it is so.

2Think of loving and being loved;
I swear to you, whoever you are, you can interfuse
yourself with such things that everybody that
sees you shall look longingly upon you.

3Think of the past;
I warn you that in a little while, others will find their
past in you and your times.

4The race is never separated—nor man nor woman
All is inextricable—things, spirits, nature, nations,
you too—from precedents you come.

5Recall the ever-welcome defiers, (The mothers pre-
cede them;)
Recall the sages, poets, saviors, inventors, lawgivers,
of the earth;
Recall Christ, brother of rejected persons—brother of
slaves, felons, idiots, and of insane and diseas'd

6Think of the time when you was not yet born;
Think of times you stood at the side of the dying;
Think of the time when your own body will be dying.

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7Think of spiritual results,
Sure as the earth swims through the heavens, does
every one of its objects pass into spiritual

8Think of manhood, and you to be a man;
Do you count manhood, and the sweet of manhood,

9Think of womanhood, and you to be a woman;
The creation is womanhood;
Have I not said that womanhood involves all?
Have I not told how the universe has nothing better
than the best womanhood?


UNFOLDED out of the folds of the woman, man comes
unfolded, and is always to come unfolded;
Unfolded only out of the superbest woman of the
earth, is to come the superbest man of the
Unfolded out of the friendliest woman, is to come the
friendliest man;
Unfolded only out of the perfect body of a woman,
can a man be form'd of perfect body;
Unfolded only out of the inimitable poem of the wo-
man, can come the poems of man—(only
thence have my poems come;)
Unfolded out of the strong and arrogant woman I
love, only thence can appear the strong and
arrogant man I love;
Unfolded by brawny embraces from the well-muscled
woman I love, only thence come the brawny
embraces of the man;
Unfolded out of the folds of the woman's brain, come
all the folds of the man's brain, duly obedient;

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Unfolded out of the justice of the woman, all justice
is unfolded;
Unfolded out of the sympathy of the woman is all
A man is a great thing upon the earth, and through
eternity—but every jot of the greatness of man
is unfolded out of woman,
First the man is shaped in the woman, he can then be
shaped in himself.


1NIGHT on the prairies;
The supper is over—the fire on the ground burns
The wearied emigrants sleep, wrapt in their blankets;
I walk by myself—I stand and look at the stars,
which I think now I never realized before.

2Now I absorb immortality and peace,
I admire death, and test propositions.

3How plenteous! How spiritual! How resumé!
The same Old Man and Soul—the same old aspira-
tions, and the same content.

4I was thinking the day most splendid, till I saw
what the not-day exhibited,
I was thinking this globe enough, till there sprang
out so noiseless around me myriads of other

5Now, while the great thoughts of space and eternity
fill me, I will measure myself by them;
And now, touch'd with the lives of other globes, ar-
rived as far along as those of the earth,

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Or waiting to arrive, or pass'd on farther than those
of the earth,
I henceforth no more ignore them, than I ignore my
own life,
Or the lives of the earth arrived as far as mine, or
waiting to arrive.

6O I see now that life cannot exhibit all to me—as
the day cannot,
I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by


THE world below the brine;
Forests at the bottom of the sea—the branches and
Sea-lettuce, vast lichens, strange flowers and seeds—
the thick tangle, the openings, and the pink
Different colors, pale gray and green, purple, white,
and gold—the play of light through the water,
Dumb swimmers there among the rocks—coral, gluten,
grass, rushes—and the aliment of the swimmers,
Sluggish existences grazing there, suspended, or
slowly crawling close to the bottom,
The sperm-whale at the surface, blowing air and
spray, or disporting with his flukes,
The leaden-eyed shark, the walrus, the turtle, the
hairy sea-leopard, and the sting-ray;
Passions there—wars, pursuits, tribes—sight in those
ocean-depths—breathing that thick-breathing
air, as so many do;
The change thence to the sight here, and to the subtle
air breathed by beings like us, who walk this
The change onward from ours, to that of beings who
walk other spheres.

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I SIT and look out upon all the sorrows of the world,
and upon all oppression and shame;
I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men, at an-
guish with themselves, remorseful after deeds
I see, in low life, the mother misused by her children,
dying, neglected, gaunt, desperate;
I see the wife misused by her husband—I see the
treacherous seducer of young women;
I mark the ranklings of jealousy and unrequited
love, attempted to be hid—I see these sights
on the earth;
I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny—I
see martyrs and prisoners;
I observe a famine at sea—I observe the sailors cast-
ing lots who shall be kill'd, to preserve the
lives of the rest;
I observe the slights and degradations cast by arro-
gant persons upon laborers, the poor, and upon
negroes, and the like;
All these—All the meanness and agony without end,
I sitting, look out upon,
See, hear, and am silent.


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