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348 I fall on the weeds and stones,

The riders spur their unwilling horses, haul close,

Taunt my dizzy ears and beat me violently over the head with whip-stocks.

Old age superbly rising! O welcome, ineffable grace of dying days!

See ever so far, there is limitless space outside of that,

Count ever so much, there is limitless time around that.

My rendezvous is appointed, it is certain,

The Lord will be there and wait till I come on perfect terms.

The great Camerado, the lover true for whom I pine will be there.

And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud.

And to glance with an eye or show a bean in its pod confounds the learning of all times,

And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it may become a hero,

And there is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheel'd universe.

And I say to any man or woman, "Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes."

I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then,