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Rh And peruse manifold objects, no two alike, and every
 * one good,

The earth good, and the stars good, and their
 * adjuncts all good.

I am not an earth, nor an adjunct of an earth, I am the mate and companion of people, all just as
 * immortal and fathomless as myself;

They do not know how immortal, but I know.

Every kind for itself and its own—for me mine, male
 * and female,

For me those that have been boys, and that love
 * women,

For me the man that is proud, and feels how it stings
 * to be slighted,

For me the sweetheart and the old maid—for me
 * mothers, and the mothers of mothers,

For me lips that have smiled, eyes that have shed
 * tears,

For me children, and the begetters of children.

Who need be afraid of the merge? Undrape! you are not guilty to me, nor stale, nor
 * discarded,

I see through the broadcloth and gingham, whether
 * or no,

And am around, tenacious, acquisitive, tireless, and
 * can never be shaken away.

The little one sleeps in its cradle, I lift the gauze and look a long time, and silently
 * brush away flies with my hand.