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Rh And he says, Good-day, my brother! to Cudge that
 * hoes in the sugar-field,

And both understand him, and know that his speech
 * is right.

He walks with perfect ease in the capitol, He walks among the Congress, and one representative
 * says to another, Here is our equal, appearing and
 * new.

Then the mechanics take him for a mechanic, And the soldiers suppose him to be a captain, and the
 * sailors that he has followed the sea,

And the authors take him for an author, and the
 * artists for an artist,

And the laborers perceive he could labor with them
 * and love them,

No matter what the work is, that he is the one to follow
 * it, or has followed it,

No matter what the nation, that he might find his
 * brothers and sisters there.

The English believe he comes of their English stock, A Jew to the Jew he seems—a Russ to the Russ—
 * usual and near, removed from none.

Whoever he looks at in the traveller's coffee-house
 * claims him,

The Italian or Frenchman is sure, and the German is
 * sure, and the Spaniard is sure, and the island
 * Cuban is sure;

The engineer, the deck-hand on the great lakes, or on
 * the Mississippi, or St. Lawrence, or Sacramento,
 * or Hudson, or Paumanok Sound, claims him.