morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books. - Walt Whitman

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.

not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo,
The hundred & fifty are dumb yet at Alamo.

The Americans of all nations at any time upon the earth have probably the fullest poetical nature. The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem.