The soul, Forever and foreverā ālonger than soil is brown and solidā ālonger than water ebbs and flows.
I will make the poems of materials, for I think they are to be the most spiritual poems, And I will make the poems of my body and of mortality, For I think I shall then supply myself with the poems of my soul and of immortality.
I will make a song for these States that no one State may under any circumstances be subjected to another State, And I will make a song that there shall be comity by day and by night between all the States, and between any two of them, And I will make a song for the ears of the President, full of weapons with menacing points, And behind the weapons countless dissatisfied faces; And a song make I of the One formād out of all, The fangād and glittering One whose head is over all, Resolute warlike One including and over all, (However high the head of any else that head is over all.)