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274 (Mother! with subtle sense severe, with the naked sword in your hand,

I saw you at last refuse to treat but directly with individuals.)

Underneath all, Nativity,

I swear I will stand by my own nativity, pious or impious so be it;

I swear I am charm'd with nothing except nativity,

Men, women, cities, nations, are only beautiful from nativity.

Underneath all is the Expression of love for men and women,

(I swear I have seen enough of mean and impotent modes of expressing love for men and women,

After this day I take my own modes of expressing love for men and women.)

I swear I will have each quality of my race in myself,

(Talk as you like, he only suits these States whose manners favor the audacity and sublime turbulence of the States.)

Underneath the lessons of things, spirits. Nature, governments, ownerships, I swear I perceive other lessons,

Underneath all to me is myself, to you yourself, (the same monotonous old song.)

I see flashing that this America is only you and me,

Its power, weapons, testimony, are you and me,

Its crimes, lies, thefts, defections, are you and me,

Its Congress is you and me, the officers, capitols, armies, ships, are you and me,

Its endless gestations of new States are you and me,

The war, (that war so bloody and grim, the war I will henceforth forget), was you and me,

Natural and artificial are you and me,

Freedom, language, poems, employments, are you and me,

Past, present, future, are you and me.

I dare not shirk any part of myself,

Not any part of America good or bad,

Not to build for that which builds for mankind,

Not to balance ranks, complexions, creeds, and the sexes,

Not to justify science nor the march of equality,

Nor to feed the arrogant blood of the brawn beloved of time.