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Rh Then I am in love with you, and with all my fellows
 * upon the earth.

We consider bibles and religions divine—I do not
 * say they are not divine,

I say they have all grown out of you, and may grow
 * out of you still,

It is not they who give the life—it is you who give
 * the life,

Leaves are not more shed from the trees, or trees
 * from the earth, than they are shed out of you.

The sum of all known reverence I add up in you,
 * whoever you are,

The President is there in the White House for you—
 * it is not you who are here for him,

The Secretaries act in their bureaus for you—not
 * you here for them,

The Congress convenes every Twelfth Month for
 * you,

Laws, courts, the forming of States, the charters of
 * cities, the going and coming of commerce and
 * mails, are all for you.

All doctrines, all politics and civilization, exurge from
 * you,

All sculpture and monuments, and anything inscribed
 * anywhere, are tallied in you,

The gist of histories and statistics as far back as the
 * records reach, is in you this hour, and myths
 * and tales the same,

If you were not breathing and walking here, where
 * would they all be?