GLIDING O'ER ALL.
Gliding o'er all, through all,
Through Nature, Time, and Space,
As a ship on the waters advancing,
The voyage of the soul—not life alone,
Death, many deaths I'll sing.
HAST NEVER COME TO THEE AN HOUR.
Hast never come to thee an hour,
A sudden gleam divine, precipitating, bursting all these bubbles, fashions, wealth?
These eager business aims—books, politics, art, amours,
To utter nothingness?
THOUGHT.
Of Equality—as if it harm'd me, giving others the same chances and rights as myself—as if it were not indispensable to my own rights that others possess the same.
TO OLD AGE.
I see in you the estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as it pours in the great sea.
LOCATIONS AND TIMES.
Locations and times—what is it in me that meets them all, whenever and wherever, and makes me at home?
Forms, colors, densities, odors—what is it in me that corresponds with them?
OFFERINGS.
A thousand perfect men and women appear,
Around each gathers a cluster of friends, and gay children and youths, with offerings.
TO THE STATES,
To Identify the 16th, 17th, or 18th Presidentiad.
Why reclining, interrogating? why myself and all drowsing?
