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268 O the gleesome saunter over fields and hill-sides! The leaves and flowers of the commonest weeds—the
 * moist fresh stillness of the woods,

The exquisite smell of the earth at day-break, and all
 * through the forenoon.

O love-branches! love-root! love-apples! O chaste and electric torrents! O mad-sweet drops.

O the orator's joys! To inflate the chest—to roll the thunder of the voice
 * out from the ribs and throat,

To make the people rage, weep, hate, desire, with
 * yourself,

To lead America—to quell America with a great
 * tongue.

O the joy of a manly self-hood! Personality—to be servile to none—to defer to none
 * —not to any tyrant, known or unknown,

To walk with erect carriage, a step springy and
 * elastic,

To look with calm gaze, or with a flashing eye, To speak with a full and sonorous voice, out of a
 * broad chest,

To confront with your personality all the other personalities
 * of the earth.

O to have my life henceforth my poem of joys! To dance, clap hands, exult, shout, skip, leap, roll on,
 * float on,

An athlete—full of rich words—full of joys.