This is what you shall do: love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and craz… - Walt Whitman

It is not to diffuse you that you were born of your mother and father, it is to identify you,
It is not that you should be undecided, but that you should be decided,
Something long preparing and formless is arrived and form'd in you,
You are henceforth secure, whatever comes or goes.

The threads that were spun are gather'd, the weft crosses the warp, the pattern is systematic.

The preparations have every one been justified,
The orchestra have sufficiently tuned their instruments, the baton has given the signal.

The guest that was coming, he waited long, he is now housed,
He is one of those who are beautiful and happy, he is one of those that to look upon and be with is enough.

I am enamour'd of growing out-doors, Of men that live among cattle or taste of the ocean or woods,

Sun so generous it shall be you- Leaves of Grass