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Rh In them themes, hints, provokers—if not, the whole
 * earth has no themes, hints, provokers, and never
 * had.

I do not affirm what you see beyond is futile—I do
 * not advise you to stop,

I do not say leadings you thought great are not great, But I say that none lead to greater, sadder, happier,
 * than those lead to.

Will you seek afar off? You surely come back at last, In things best known to you, finding the best, or as
 * good as the best,

In folks nearest to you finding also the sweetest,
 * strongest, lovingest,

Happiness, knowledge, not in another place, but this
 * place—not for another hour, but this hour,

Man in the first you see or touch—always in your
 * friend, brother, nighest neighbor—Woman in
 * your mother, lover, wife,

The popular tastes and occupations taking precedence
 * in poems or any where,

You workwomen and workmen of These States having
 * your own divine and strong life,

Looking the President always sternly in the face,
 * unbending, nonchalant,

Understanding that he is to be kept by you to short
 * and sharp account of himself,

And all else thus far giving place to men and women
 * like you.

O you robust, sacred! I cannot tell you how I love you; Rh