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My spirit to yours, dear brother,
Do not mind because many, sounding your name, do
     not understand you,
I do not sound your name, but I understand you,
     (there are others also;)
I specify you with joy, O my comrade, to salute you,
     and to salute those who are with you, before and
     since—and those to come also,
That we all labor together, transmitting the same
     charge and succession;
We few, equals, indifferent of lands, indifferent of
     times,
We, enclosers of all continents, all castes—allowers
     of all theologies,
Compassionaters, perceivers, rapport of men,
We walk silent among disputes and assertions, but
     reject not the disputers, nor any thing that is
     asserted,
We hear the bawling and din—we are reached at
     by divisions, jealousies, recriminations on every
     side,
They close peremptorily upon us, to surround us,
     my comrade,
Yet we walk unheld, free, the whole earth over,
     journeying up and down, till we make our in-
     effaceable mark upon time and the diverse eras,
Till we saturate time and eras, that the men and
     women of races, ages to come, may prove breth-
     ren and lovers, as we are.