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and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me, leading wherever I
 * choose.

Henceforth I ask not good-fortune—I am good-fortune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more,
 * need nothing,

Strong and content, I travel the open road.

The earth—that is sufficient, I do not want the constellations any nearer, I know they are very well where they are, I know they suffice for those who belong to them.

Still here I carry my old delicious burdens, I carry them, men and women— carry them with
 * me wherever I go,

I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them, I am filled with them, and I will fill them in return.

You road I travel and look around! I believe you
 * are not all that is here,

I believe that much unseen is also here. (315)