Has any one supposed it lucky to be born? - Walt Whitman

I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least,
Nor do I understand who there can be more wonderful than myself.

The efflux of the soul is happiness, here is happiness,
I think it pervades the open air, waiting at all times,
Now it flows unto us, we are rightly charged.

Allons! whoever you are come travel with me!
Traveling with me you find what never tires.

Somehow I have been stunned. Stand back!
Give me a little time beyond my cuffed head and slumbers
and dreams and gaping,
I discover myself on the verge of the usual mistake.