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266 Nor my material body which finally loves, walks,
 * laughs, shouts, embraces, procreates.

O the farmer's joys! Ohioan's, Illinoisian's, Wisconsinese', Kanadian's, Iowan's,
 * Kansian's, Missourian's, Oregonese' joys,

To rise at peep of day, and pass forth nimbly to work, To plough land in the fall for winter-sown crops, To plough land in the spring for maize, To train orchards—to graft the trees—to gather
 * apples in the fall.

O the pleasure with trees! The orchard—the forest—the oak, cedar, pine,
 * pekan-tree,

The honey-locust, black-walnut, cottonwood, and magnolia.

O Death! O the beautiful touch of Death, soothing and benumbing
 * a few moments, for reasons;

O that of myself, discharging my excrementitious
 * body, to be burned, or rendered to powder, or
 * buried,

My real body doubtless left to me for other spheres, My voided body, nothing more to me, returning to the
 * purifications, further offices, eternal uses of the
 * earth.

O to bathe in the swimming-bath, or in a good place
 * along shore!

To splash the water! to walk ankle-deep; to race
 * naked along the shore.