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178 To be this incredible God I am, To have gone forth among other Gods—those men
 * and women I love.

Wonderful how I celebrate you and myself! How my thoughts play subtly at the spectacles
 * around!

How the clouds pass silently overhead! How the earth darts on and on! and how the sun,
 * moon, stars, dart on and on!

How the water sports and sings! (Surely it is
 * alive!)

How the trees rise and stand up—with strong trunks
 * —with branches and leaves!

(Surely there is something more in each of the trees—
 * some living Soul.)

O amazement of things! even the least particle! O spirituality of things! O strain musical, flowing through ages and continents
 * —now reaching me and America!

I take your strong chords—I intersperse them, and
 * cheerfully pass them forward.

I too carol the sun, ushered, or at noon, or setting, I too throb to the brain and beauty of the earth, and
 * of all the growths of the earth,

I too have felt the resistless call of myself.

As I sailed down the Mississippi, As I wandered over the prairies, As I have lived—As I have looked through my
 * windows, my eyes,