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8 Chants inclusive—wide reverberating chants, Chants of the Many In One.

In the Year 80 of The States, My tongue, every atom of my blood, formed from
 * this soil, this air,

Born here of parents born here, From parents the same, and their parents' parents
 * the same,

I, now thirty-six years old, in perfect health,
 * begin,

Hoping to cease not till death.

Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while, sufficed at what they are, but
 * never forgotten,

With accumulations, now coming forward in front, Arrived again, I harbor, for good or bad—I permit
 * to speak,

Nature, without check, with original energy.

Take my leaves, America! Make welcome for them everywhere, for they are
 * your own offspring;

Surround them, East and West! for they would
 * surround you,

And you precedents! connect lovingly with them, for
 * they connect lovingly with you.

I conned old times, I sat studying at the feet of the great masters; Now, if eligible, O that the great masters might
 * return and study me!